The accidentel ranting
Maybe some of you could explain to me why I have never been right. I am intelligent, educated, well informed and open minded. But I am never right. There has got to be a glitch in here somewhere.
Pretending not to care is impossible. I am not always wrong about everything. Sometimes my feelings, and well studied opinions do count. But that is not how I experience it in my relationships. While I attempt to remain calm and rational, even my closest friends become verbally abusive at the hint of contradiction.
Am I really stupid? Have I chosen the wrong friends? The last time it happened I just stood up and told my friend that he was being abusive and that I wasnt interested in continuing the conversation. That put a strain on the relationship for a few minuets. Then he insisted on explaining where he was coming from ( in highly emotional terms) and I, out of self defense, became solicitous.
When does what I think and feel start to matter? Do I have to abandon my friends and family before I am free to be myself? I do not want to leave behind all of the people I love, but sometimes I question why I love them. I never know when someone is going to look down their nose with disdain and refuse to speak to me, or pound their fist on the table as they accuse me of being a f**king liar.
The egg shells get thinner every day. I try to build a wall of separation and the assaults become more frequent and unexpected. More and more often I find myself forced to apologies for the good things. When attacked, it is my fault for perceiving an attack. When insulted, it is simply because I am overly internalizing. Gee, I thought being called a f**king liar was an insult. I thought being treated with contempt was insulting.
Why is it my responsibility to forgive but not theirs to apologize? What makes me wrong and them right?
I know that I have to be my own champion. But I was raised to always take second place. To every one. My mom explained to me when I was very young that every one else got what they wanted and I had to give up my favorite stuff was because she loved me best. Her love was worth all the sacrifice ( in her mind anyway!) I had to be a mature adult at 7 while the invaders robbed me and at 9 when they started to rape me. Complaints were not allowed.
Man! I am so pissed off that I am going to stop writing now, before I start typing things that I do not want read.
No, I am going to say this. If being loved means that you always have to take second best and suffer the abuses of blind neglect, than I dont want to be loved. A mothers love, under those circumstances, is worse than useless.
Yes, I know that every one has their own problems. She had hers. He had his. Now, I have mine.
And I am still that child who wants an out. God please help me!
Wow. That went somewhere that I didnt mean it to go. But I will share it with you anyway. Take it as you will.
Aden
Pretending not to care is impossible. I am not always wrong about everything. Sometimes my feelings, and well studied opinions do count. But that is not how I experience it in my relationships. While I attempt to remain calm and rational, even my closest friends become verbally abusive at the hint of contradiction.
Am I really stupid? Have I chosen the wrong friends? The last time it happened I just stood up and told my friend that he was being abusive and that I wasnt interested in continuing the conversation. That put a strain on the relationship for a few minuets. Then he insisted on explaining where he was coming from ( in highly emotional terms) and I, out of self defense, became solicitous.
When does what I think and feel start to matter? Do I have to abandon my friends and family before I am free to be myself? I do not want to leave behind all of the people I love, but sometimes I question why I love them. I never know when someone is going to look down their nose with disdain and refuse to speak to me, or pound their fist on the table as they accuse me of being a f**king liar.
The egg shells get thinner every day. I try to build a wall of separation and the assaults become more frequent and unexpected. More and more often I find myself forced to apologies for the good things. When attacked, it is my fault for perceiving an attack. When insulted, it is simply because I am overly internalizing. Gee, I thought being called a f**king liar was an insult. I thought being treated with contempt was insulting.
Why is it my responsibility to forgive but not theirs to apologize? What makes me wrong and them right?
I know that I have to be my own champion. But I was raised to always take second place. To every one. My mom explained to me when I was very young that every one else got what they wanted and I had to give up my favorite stuff was because she loved me best. Her love was worth all the sacrifice ( in her mind anyway!) I had to be a mature adult at 7 while the invaders robbed me and at 9 when they started to rape me. Complaints were not allowed.
Man! I am so pissed off that I am going to stop writing now, before I start typing things that I do not want read.
No, I am going to say this. If being loved means that you always have to take second best and suffer the abuses of blind neglect, than I dont want to be loved. A mothers love, under those circumstances, is worse than useless.
Yes, I know that every one has their own problems. She had hers. He had his. Now, I have mine.
And I am still that child who wants an out. God please help me!
Wow. That went somewhere that I didnt mean it to go. But I will share it with you anyway. Take it as you will.
Aden