Spin Control-Making Abuse Sound Like A GOOD Thing

SPIN CONTROL – MAKING ABUSE SOUND LIKE A GOOD THING

By Rev. Renee Pittelli

            WOE TO THOSE WHO CALL EVIL GOOD AND GOOD EVIL….Isaiah 5:20

 

            ALL A MAN’S WAYS SEEM INNOCENT TO HIM, BUT MOTIVES ARE WEIGHED BY THE LORD….        Proverbs 16:2NIV

 

MOMMY’S LITTLE HELPER

 

            When I was a little girl of three years old, my mother taught me how to make coffee.  In a little four-cup perk pot.  On a gas stove.  With an open flame.  That had to be lit with a match.  Not a safety match, but the kind you strike on the back wall.  She made a game of teaching me how to measure the water and the coffee, how to put the pot together, how to turn on the gas and strike the match and hold it near the gas till the flame popped on, how to wait for the coffee to perk, then lower the flame, and set the timer for five minutes.  She smiled and told me what a big girl I was and how smart I was and how well I was doing.  And from then on, she had me make her coffee in the mornings, completely unsupervised, while she remained in bed, two stories above me. 

           By the way, childrens’ pajamas weren’t flame retardant in those days (1950s). Once in a while I would singe a sleeve, but mom had taught me how to smother it with a pot cover or put it out with water.  Thank God it never actually burst into flames.

            By the time I was five, I had been taught to make pancakes and eggs, scrambled or sunny-side-up, in hot melted butter, in a frying pan on the same gas stove, and also waffles in a waffle iron.  On the weekends, I made my parents breakfast-in-bed, and carefully carried it all up the two flights of stairs to their room.

            At six, I was standing on a stool to iron flat items such as handkerchiefs, scarves, and bed linens.  By age seven, I was ironing shirts, my mother having taught me how to very carefully do the sleeves and collars.  These items were made of cotton and linen, and the iron was on the hottest setting.

            At age seven I was also cooking dinner every night, and my younger sister and I were doing all the dishes and cleaning up.  This entailed using the stove and oven, as well as a “rotisserie” broiler that my mother liked meats cooked in, and various other kitchen items, such as knives, can and bottle openers, mixers, vegetable peelers, etc. 

            But my mother was really doing me a big favor!  She never tired of telling everyone how my grandmother had “never taught her to cook”, and “how hard it was for her to learn” after she got married.  So it was very important that she taught me (at age five!) so that I  ‘wouldn’t have to go through the same problems she did” when I got married and had to cook for my family.

            By age six, she had also done me the favor of teaching me how to make beds, (not just my own, but hers too, of course), wash and dry dishes, (standing on a chair to put them away), load the clothes dryer, fold and put away clothes, vacuum, dust, and clean the bathrooms.  I spent many hours of my early childhood scrubbing the black heel marks off the wood floors with steel wool, and then applying paste wax with a big waxing machine.  Lucky me- sounds almost like Cinderella! 

            My sister did some of these chores as well, but I did the lion’s share because I was 3 years older, and I guess a six-year old is a little more capable than a three-year old!  On weekends and during the summers, we were not allowed to leave the house unless everything was done, and often didn’t get to go out and play until mid-afternoon or later.   My mother would not take us to the beach or anywhere else unless the whole house was cleaned first.  We never got to the beach before 3 in the afternoon.  

            The only thing my mother didn’t let me do was load the washing machine, because she was afraid I would turn the dial the wrong way and break the machine, so that  was the one thing she actually did herself. As a teenager, I remember thinking that I couldn’t wait to see her do her own housework after I left home.  But of course, when I married and left home, my lazy mother hired a housekeeper.   She was always well-known as a fanatic about keeping a clean house, as long as she didn’t have to clean it herself.

            By age ten, I was given money and a list and sent to walk the several blocks to the supermarket for food shopping, carrying three or four bags home by myself. 

            From the age of six on, I was responsible for “watching” my younger birth-sister.  I had to take her everywhere with me and had the full responsibility for her safety.  If she did anything naughty, I was yelled at and punished, because I was responsible for her.  I was not allowed to hit her or discipline her, but I wasn’t told what I could do to get her to listen to me.  My mother took afternoon naps for as long as I can remember.  We were put outside during the day and told not to come home till dinnertime (or more precisely, till it was time for me to cook dinner), because my mother didn’t want to be disturbed.  So I was responsible for keeping my sister safe, entertained, and out of trouble for many hours at a time.

            Of course I was chastised and even punished if I failed to do any of these things well.  But mostly I was praised and complimented.  I was made to feel special.  My mother often bragged about me to others.  I remember her proudly telling my aunt how I made entire breakfasts all by myself when I was only five years old.  Obviously, my mother was certifiable, but it is also interesting that my aunt wasn’t even horrified by any of this.  Instead, she was suitably impressed.

            I was so happy and proud of myself.  Never mind that I burned myself on the stove, oven, and iron on a regular basis.  I still have the scars up and down my arms to prove it.  Never mind that I splattered hot grease on myself and spilled boiling liquids on myself from pots too heavy for me to lift properly.  I learned what Unguentine (burn salve) was at a very early age. I never cried, I just sucked it up.  None of that mattered.  I was pleasing my mommy.  She thought I was such a big girl!  I wouldn’t want her to think I was messing up and couldn’t do a good job.  I wouldn’t want her to be disappointed in me. Plus I was so lucky she cared enough about me to “teach” me all these skills for when I’d be a married woman- 20 years down the road!

            Naturally all of this early indoctrination morphed into me being the family “cook” who hosted all the holidays and family events for decades.  That is a whole other story (see My Holiday Deliverance in our Happier Holidays section .)  In my forties, I noticed something interesting while going through our family photographs.  Out of all my childhood pictures, there is not a single one in which I am smiling.  In every shot, my face is somber, serious, and sometimes sad, even in photos of my own birthday parties. And at age 11, I was hospitalized with chronic diarrhea from nerves.  The solution was to put me on Valium for the next 3 years, during which I was still expected to get straight As and keep up with all my ‘responsibilities’, even though I was now drugged on tranquilizers every day.  Hmmm…Maybe I wasn’t such a happy child after all.

            But not until I had my own children did I understand just what kids are capable of at certain ages.  Before that, I really didn’t know much about children and their development.  With this revelation I realized just how abusive, neglectful, and careless my mother was when I was a child.  Instead of protecting me and being vigilant about my safety, the fact was my own mother endangered me just about every day of my childhood! 

            What parent in their right mind would remain in bed sleeping while a three year old lit a gas stove with a match and made coffee, or while a five year old cooked scrambled eggs in a frying pan with melted butter on the same stove?  What kind of lunatic would let a child so young near an open flame, with the sleeves of her non-flame-retardant bedclothes dangling over the burners?

            What normal mother lets a seven year old cut up slippery tomatoes and fruit with a sharp knife?  No problem- she taught me how to paint iodine or mercurochrome on my cuts and put on my own band-aid.  Who lets a child try to lift heavy pots full of boiling water or hot grease?  Or maneuver a hot iron that is so heavy she can barely lift it?  Remember, in the old days, the irons were made of heavy metal, not lightweight plastic.  If I didn’t get burned from the iron, I usually got burned from the steam. 

            What sane parent would make a six-year old solely responsible for a four-year old, locking both of them out of the house all afternoon to ride their bikes many blocks away?  What sane parent would leave a six-year old unsupervised for that long, even without the younger child?

            After having my own children, I wondered what Child Protective Services would have to say these days about such things if a parent was reported. As an adult, I have read about the “parentification” of children- a type of abuse in which the parent switches roles with the child, and  forces the child to nurture or take care of the parent, or to take on adult physical, mental, or emotional responsibilities.  Five-year olds are not miniature adults. A child who is forced to accomplish things far beyond her capabilities is being abused and endangered.  It is the parent’s job to do her own housekeeping.  It is the parent’s job to feed the child and care for the child, not the other way around.

            But my mother did not hide what she was doing.  She wasn’t the least bit ashamed of herself.  Like I said, she made no secret of my “capabilities” and all the things she had managed to teach me.  She bragged about them.  She seemed to take great pride in me.  She made it seem perfectly fine, all good, even admirable- and the other adults she told seemed to agree.  So all those years she managed to keep a clean house and raise her children, all the while taking her daily nap and basically never lifting a finger.   All that time her little trained slave did just about everything, happily being thrown a crumb of a compliment and given a hug for a good job.  To me, and to everyone else, my mother came off smelling like a rose.  She had succeeded in making my abuse sound like a good thing, and it served her well till I left home at age 19.

 

DADDY’S LITTLE (?) GIRL

 

            My b.s. (birth-sister) was a flight attendant who had what some would consider a dangerous job, and a nice life-insurance policy through work.  My birth-father thought he was the beneficiary on this policy.  My b.s was a “mature” woman in her mid-forties, who had traveled the world and was already divorced once when she met her second  husband-to-be, a perfectly nice, respectable, responsible man.  After they moved in together, he and she began to combine their finances and make joint financial decisions. 

            At this point, my greedy 75-year old birth-father could practically feel that life insurance policy slipping through his fingers!  If my b.s. remarried, surely her new husband would be the beneficiary and not her father.  So dear old dad placed a phone call to new fiancé, to ask him “man-to-man” what his “intentions” were toward my divorced, 44-year old, fully-grown, perfectly capable sister.  He wanted to discuss my future brother-in-law’s influence over my sister’s finances, and pried into their joint financial business, which was none of his business. 

            He also told her husband-to-be not to tell anyone, to just “keep this between us”.  Now obviously, if his intentions were honorable, he wouldn’t have wanted to keep this call a secret.  My future brother-in-law refused to keep this secret and reported it to my b.s.  He was not doing anything underhanded and he wasn’t going to start sneaking around discussing their finances with his father-in-law. 

            A normal adult would have felt violated and mortified by this incident.  You would think my birth-sister would have been outraged by her father’s interference, and by his going behind her back as if she had no brains or judgment of her own.  His blatant distrust of her fiance’s motives, and butting into their lives, was insulting to both her fiancé and herself.  Lucky for her that her fiancé was not easily intimidated or angered.  After all, another man might have thought that this was the kind of garbage he was going to be in for for the next 20 years, said “I don’t need this” and broken up with her.  My birth-father could have caused her to lose the man she loved, and most likely that was the intention.

            Yet her reaction when she discussed this episode with me?  “He was just trying to be a good father.  He was looking out for me.”  Oy!- What can you say to this?  Remember, this is coming from a middle-aged woman, not a twelve-year old.  Still wants a daddy to protect her, even if it means having a “man-to-man” talk  ABOUT her that DIDN’T INCLUDE her, because, of course, she’s “just a woman” and not competent to make these choices for herself.  She’s just a naïve little girl (of 44!) who has to be protected from all the big, bad men out there who would take advantage of her, by her elderly father interrogating them!  Ugh!-how disgusting!  Stuff like this sets women back 50 years!

            Usually it’s the abuser who justifies his behavior by pretending it’s for the victim’s “own good”.  This story is interesting because both the abuser and the victim are in complete agreement- that the abuse was necessary and acceptable, even admirable, because it was for the victim’s own good.  She doesn’t know what’s good for her, so her father has to check things out and take care of it for her. 

            This is a classic example of a victim who is an enabler.  My birth-father never had any boundaries, and had no concept of overstepping his bounds, and my b.s didn’t feel that her daddy  had overstepped his bounds, either.  Normal people know that someone who is sneaking around and keeping secrets does not have good intentions. If Daddy Darling truly had her best interests at heart, he would have nothing to hide.  A normal woman would have defended her fiance instead of her father.  She would have set boundaries on questioning an honorable man’s intentions, not trusting her judgment as a mature adult, prying into her personal business, and sneaking around behind her back for any reason. 

            But instead, my b.s. now had the father she always wanted, a daddy to take care of her and have “man-to-man” talks with her boyfriends just like she was 15 again.  It’s a GOOD thing that daddy cares so much about her (“No, no-it’s not really my life insurance policy!-It’s me!”).  It’s a GOOD thing that he interferes in her life. He can interfere all he wants, as long as he’s “taking care of her”.          

           So both the abuser and the victim have managed to spin this abuse into a good thing.  And everybody’s happy.  Except possibly her fiancé- he didn’t seem too thrilled- but who cares?  As long as my daddy loves me!  For years, whenever my b.s. defended one of my birth-father’s outrageous and humiliating stunts, the rest of us would laughingly recall Bette Davis in Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte and Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?  Anything daddy does is fine as long as he’s doing it for my own good!  Ick!

 

“IT’S FOR YOUR OWN GOOD/ I WAS ONLY TRYING TO HELP”

 

            Abusers who are really just trying to manipulate, control, degrade or demean their victims often claim “It’s for your own good” when discovered or challenged.  Nobody has the right to decide what is for someone else’s “own good”.  A variation on this, designed to make the victim feel guilty, is “I was only trying to help.”  But the truth is that their words or behavior did not accomplish anything helpful at all.  Adults do not need that kind of help from other adults.

            When the victim is an Adult Child, “constructive criticism” is often used to justify cruelty or control.  Many times, “helpful” comments concern something you CAN’T help- like my birth-father pointing out a new pimple on my face, or my birth-mother telling me I looked much better without my eyeglasses, even though I couldn’t walk across the room without them.  I have seen “helpful” relatives embarrass a victim by “pointing out” her shyness or introvertedness in front of others, or loudly and publicly announcing to their victim that she has gained a lot of weight and looks awful. 

            Remarks about someone’s appearance or harmless personality traits such as shyness are never called for, are not in reality the least bit helpful, and are just thinly disguised cruelty.  And according to the etiquette books, they are also very bad manners.  Most such abusers would never dream of making these kinds of comments to a coworker, neighbor, or stranger on line at the bank.  Why not, if they only have good intentions?  Part of the problem is that some people don’t think they need to treat their family members with the same courtesy, manners, and respect that they give total strangers.  Another factor is that many abusers have no boundaries whatsoever when it comes to family members.  They know their behavior is unacceptable, but they think they can get away with it with relatives, whereas a stranger or casual acquaintance might just let them have it!

 

“I DID IT OUT OF LOVE”

 

            It is common for grandparents to ignore the wishes of the parents when dealing with their grandchildren.  Often, they will give unwanted “helpful suggestions” on child-rearing.  Many times they will not follow the parent’s instructions, perhaps giving the grandchildren snacks they are not normally allowed, or indulging them in other ways contrary to how their parents want them raised.  This confuses the kids and teaches them to sneak around.

            Some grandparents go so far as to tell the kids not to tell Mommy or Daddy.  Teaching children to disobey their parents, sneak, lie and hide things from their parents is certainly not doing the children or their parents any good- but it is doing the grandparent good.  By bribing their grandchildren these grandparents are blatantly trying to get the kids to prefer them to their rightful parents.  Again, the excuse is that this is done “out of love”.  But in reality, such grandparents are undermining their children’s authority as parents, and often end up causing the grandkids to challenge their parents’ rules.  Such grandparents are trying to compete with the parents for their grandchildren’s love.  They want the children to favor them.  This is not an unselfish motive, it is very selfish.  It is not a grandparent’s place to sabotage their children’s child-rearing efforts and interfere in their children’s families.

 

TAKE MY ADVICE- OR ELSE!

 

            My birth-parents were famous for giving unsolicited advice- and then demanding that you take it!  This always concerned some issue in my own adult life that was basically none of their business.  I rarely if ever asked their advice because I already knew their judgment was faulty.  I was a perfectly competent adult, capable of figuring out things like which house or furniture to buy, where to go on vacation, what to say on a job interview, or how to give my children a balanced diet, on my own.  If for some reason I felt I needed someone else’s opinion, the Lord had always blessed me with good friends, and other loving relatives of the older generation.  These other folks waited to be asked for advice, and then they gave it respectfully and lovingly.

            To my parents, on the other hand, “giving advice” was just an excuse to interfere where they weren’t welcome, and to undermine my self-confidence. THE PLANS OF THE RIGHTEOUS ARE JUST, BUT THE ADVICE OF THE WICKED IS DECEITFUL…Proverbs 12:5NIV. Their opinions were always given with disdain and a sneer.  My birth-father often called me “stupid” right to my face, and told me I “didn’t know what I was talking about”,  “didn’t know what I was doing” or ‘didn’t know what was good for me’ constantly. 

            Know-it-alls crave attention.  Often the only way they can stay center-stage is to shut everyone else up.  My birth-father’s tactic for doing this was to demean the opinions of others, become insulting and nasty, and argue forcefully and rudely with anything they said.  This resulted in other people giving up, keeping silent,  and not expressing their thoughts in his presence, which was just what he wanted, because it allowed him to continue spouting off his own opinions uninterrupted.  He really loved doing this when he had a “captive audience” at holidays or family dinners.

            I always politely listened, and then did what I felt was best anyway.  But ignoring their advice was not something my parents let you get away with easily.  If I did not do what they “advised”, they would bring it up again and again.  They would pry and ask questions about what I had decided to do.  They would continually defend their opinion and become more and more demanding to know if I was going to follow it or not.

             My mother turned this into an art form.  No matter what subject we were talking about, she would find a way to segue into whatever “advice” of hers I hadn’t acted on yet, sometimes days or weeks later.  The subject would always get turned back to her opinion of a personal issue that I thought was settled or forgotten.  But because I had not revealed my decision to her, discussed it with her, or taken her advice, it was never a closed issue in her mind.  Neither she nor my birth-father would be satisfied unless I did what they told me to.  Keep in mind that I was a grown woman and this was always UNASKED FOR and unwelcome advice.

            Under the guise of being “helpful”, my parents thought they had the right to force their opinions on me.  When someone DEMANDS that you take their “helpful suggestions”, they are not really trying to help you.  They are trying to CONTROL you.  You can be sure that anyone who takes offense when you fail to follow his “helpful” suggestions has an ulterior motive or a hidden agenda.

 

“I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D MIND”

 

            Probably the worse type of manipulation and control is sneaking around behind someone’s back, like my birth-father did with my b.s.  Gathering information, interrogating and asking questions that are none of their business is not acceptable behavior.  Trying to intimidate, warn, or “put on notice” a prospective spouse, or anyone else in an adult child’s life, is out-of-line.  Adults do not need to have their choices “investigated” behind-the-scenes by their relatives. 

            Telling someone to keep a secret, keep this between us, or not tell the victim about this “little discussion” is also totally unacceptable.  HE WHO CONCEALS HIS SINS DOES NOT PROSPER, BUT WHOEVER CONFESSES AND RENOUNCES THEM FINDS MERCY….Proverbs 28:13NIV.  People with honorable motives don’t need to be secretive about them.  Interfering in someone’s life with the intent of influencing it without their knowledge is outrageous.  No one needs other people pulling the strings behind their back.

            Adults do not need other people to make their decisions for them, interfere in their lives, manipulate, or control them.  This cannot be justified by pretending it is an attempt to be helpful.  An adult does not need another person telling them something cruel or hurtful “for their own good”.  Adults can figure out what is “for their own good” all by themselves.  To suggest that they need help running their own lives is insulting, degrading, and demeaning.  It is an attempt to undermine the victim’s confidence and self-esteem, make her feel stupid and incompetent, and keep her in an “inferior” position and dependent upon the advice-giver.  Calling the shots in YOUR life makes your abuser feel powerful.

 

TIME TO SINK OR SWIM

 

            Such abusers have not yet gotten with the program.  Often these parents still expect their grown children to run everything by them before they do it.  If they could, they would have you ask their permission to breathe!  They don’t want to see that you are all grown up now and don’t need or want them to run your life for you.  They do not see you as a mature adult.  And most importantly, they do not RESPECT you.

            A parent’s job is to raise their child to be independent and successful as a mature, responsible adult, not to stay tied to the parents’ apron strings forever.  Eventually the child will be on her own, and good parents prepare her for this.  It is not “for the child’s own good” to still need mommy or daddy’s interference and influence in her 30’s, 40’s and beyond. That is just not normal. It is to the child’s detriment not to be able to stand on her own two feet.   If she still needs her parents to make decisions for her at that stage, then they didn’t do a very good job raising her in the first place.  With that in mind, it would seem foolish to give them even more opportunities to mess up her life.

            So what to do if you have such a “helpful” control-freak in your life?  The common denominator in this type of abuse is a lack of boundaries and limits.   When you were a child, you were unable to set and enforce limits that your abusive parents would respect.  Many children, like me, accepted abuse because it was normal to us, and there was nothing we could do about it anyway.  And if it was presented as a “good thing”, seemed to make our parents proud of us, and earned us their approval and love, we can actually feel good, while we are in reality being abused.  But even if we had objected to such treatment, as a child, the sad fact was that we had little choice in the matter.

            However, this all changes when we become an adult.  Now we do have a choice.  If your parents have done a good job undermining your self-confidence, you may really believe you still need their advice before you make any decisions.  You may not believe you are capable of handling your own life.  You may only feel comfortable being dependent on them for their opinions. But that is not true.  With the Lord’s help, you can overcome your birth-family’s brainwashing and develop the self-confidence to take care of yourself.

 

SOME SIGNS OF REAL MATURITY

 

            One key to understanding whether this is a healthy or unhealthy pattern for you is to ask yourself if relying on each other for advice is a two-way street.  After all, you are now a competent adult- does your parent ever ask for your opinions and take your advice before making a decision?  Do you feel free to speak your mind and offer your advice to your parent? Do you have mutually respectful conversations in which you genuinely try to help each other?  Or is your parent still the “I know what’s best for you” “parent” and you still the dependent “child”?

            One boundary that we learn as mature adults is what is appropriate to discuss with our relatives and what is not (see the article Off-Limits Subjects in the Setting & Enforcing Limits & Boundaries section on our site).  Many times, we are at fault for simply revealing too much personal information.  If you let your life be an open book, some people will take advantage of that.  They will view your candor as an invitation to butt in.  A good friend or therapist is usually a much better confidante, and will truly have your “best interests at heart”.

            As mature Christians, we need to rely on the Lord in all things, not other people.  The Holy Spirit is our Counselor and Comforter.  No man or woman should take the place of God in this function.  We need to earnestly pray about all decisions we are considering, and turn our lives over to our Father.  One thing I have learned is that no matter how much you THINK you can trust another person, even a close relative, the only one you can REALLY trust is The Lord !  God never has any ulterior motives or secret agendas. He is the only one who truly acts “for our own good”, and has absolutely no selfish motivations at all:

            “WHY DO YOU ASK ME ABOUT WHAT IS GOOD?” JESUS REPLIED.  “THERE IS ONLY ONE WHO IS GOOD”…Matthew 19:17.

            AND WE KNOW THAT IN ALL THINGS GOD WORKS FOR THE GOOD OF THOSE WHO LOVE HIM….Romans 8:28NIV.

            “FOR I KNOW THE PLANS I HAVE FOR YOU,”DECLARES THE LORD, “PLANS TO PROSPER YOU AND NOT TO HARM YOU, PLANS TO GIVE YOU HOPE AND A FUTURE.  THAN YOU WILL CALL UPON ME AND COME AND PRAY TO ME AND I WILL LISTEN TO YOU.  YOU WILL SEEK ME AND FIND ME WHEN YOU SEEK ME WITH ALL YOUR HEART”….Jeremiah 29:11-13NIV.

    

            ***For more specific suggestions on boundaries, please see the articles “Setting Limits- The Cure For Getting No Respect” and “Learning To Say No” in the section of our website called Setting And Enforcing Limits And Boundaries .  I also highly recommend the book “Boundaries ” by Drs. Henry Cloud and John Townsend.

 

            A GOOD MAN OBTAINS FAVOR FROM THE LORD, BUT THE LORD CONDEMNS A CRAFTY MAN….Proverbs 12:2NIV.

            A SCOUNDREL PLOTS EVIL, AND HIS SPEECH IS LIKE A SCORCHING FIRE.  A PERVERSE MAN STIRS UP DISSENSION, AND A GOSSIP SEPARATES CLOSE FRIENDS….HE WHO WINKS WITH HIS EYE IS PLOTTING PERVERSITY; HE WHO PURSES HIS LIPS IS BENT ON EVIL….Proverbs 16: 27-28,30NIV.

            LIKE ONE WHO SEIZES A DOG BY THE EARS IS A PASSER-BY WHO MEDDLES  IN A QUARREL NOT HIS OWN.  LIKE A MADMAN SHOOTING FIREBRANDS OR DEADLY ARROWS IS A MAN WHO DECEIVES HIS NEIGHBOR AND SAYS, “I WAS ONLY JOKING!”…Proverbs 26:17-18NIV.

            A SCOUNDREL AND  VILLAIN, WHO GOES ABOUT WITH A CORRUPT MOUTH, WHO WINKS WITH HIS EYE, SIGNALS WITH HIS FEET AND MOTIONS WITH HIS FINGERS, WHO PLOTS EVIL WITH DECEIT IN HIS HEART- HE ALWAYS STIRS UP DISSENSION.  THEREFORE DISASTER WILL OVERTAKE HIM IN AN INSTANT; HE WILL SUDDENLY BE DESTROYED- WITHOUT REMEDY…Proverbs 6:12-15NIV.

            THERE ARE SIX THINGS THE LORDS HATES, SEVEN THAT ARE DETESTABLE TO HIM:  HAUGHTY EYES, A  LYING TONGUE, HANDS THAT SHED INNOCENT BLOOD, A HEART THAT DEVISES WICKED SCHEMES, FEET THAT ARE QUICK TO RUSH INTO EVIL,  A FALSE WITNESS WHO POURS OUT LIES, AND A MAN WHO STIRS UP DISSENSION AMONG BROTHERS….Proverbs 6:16-19NIV.