Boundaries and Lines

Such a frightful gray area between forgiving someone, letting it all go, and holding boundaries tightly to “maintain dignity”, to “hold firm”, or just to protect oneself against it happening again? Where is the line?  Where should we call it?  How do we be loving and yet not a doormat?  How do we stand tall and stay solid (i.e. not a wet noodle inside?) We explain expectations, and yet “it takes time”.  Where oh where My Dear is that line?

Wherever it is, do not cross it!  Oh damn it. I think I just invited you across the line…