Am I exceptionally angry lately or do people just suck?
Maybe I have less and less tolerance for people. Or maybe my meds aren’t working like they used to…
Today was my little brother’s birthday. I showed up early, really early, because I was having lunch with people in the area. So I’m hanging out, generally ignored by my mother and stepfather and blissfully exempt from the harassment of my little brother (he prefers to beat on the males that come around).
Speaking of the males that come around… I only half-bothered to ask if my boyfriend could come to this family event. I knew the answer would be a resounding NO. But as my sister walked in with her boyfriend, and then my stepsister did the same in turn, I got hotter and hotter, bubbling with an inner rage that took a lot of control to hold in.
Who says I have a hard time controlling my emotions?
Seriously, can someone explain this to me? What is so wrong with, not only the man I’m dating, but the man I’m now LIVING with that he is not welcome to our family events but everyone else’s boyfriend is? Not only did he do nothing wrong to any member of my family, but he has gone out of his way to aid my mother when I was incapacitated in the hospital AND has tiptoed around her wishes since. When I was moving out, he “wasn’t allowed in the house” so I had to drag all of my bins up the stairs and into the garage where he would then load them into the cars. My mother tried to tell me it was because of my stepfather. Little did she know that when she left, he came in (with the permission of my stepfather, who didn’t seem to know anything about his being “uncomfortable” with my boyfriend coming in) to drag up some of my extraneous stuff. I’m tired of the manipulative games that go on within the circle of my family… well, it usually involves the one figurehead. Everyone else just gave up on arguing with her long ago.
Seriously. He’s not a bag guy by any stretch of means. Yeah, he was there at the hospital from visiting hours start to finish-not because he’s controlling-because he’s supportive. Overly supportive, you say? Well that’s convenient because it feeds my huge need for attention and affection. Oh wait… it’s because he likes to smack my ass occasionally isn’t it? Tie me up with pretty red rope? You can’t accept the “lifestyle” we lead, even though you’re too ignorant to ever really understand what it means.
By the way, I never was able to not accept your husband, even when I didn’t approve of your lifestyle. Even when he was raising hell, yellin’ and beatin’, stints occasionally involving some sort of weapon. Wait, no need to say it again, “You’re the mother, I’m the child, I’m not your equal”.
What the fuck does that even mean anyways?!
Today was my little brother’s birthday. I showed up early, really early, because I was having lunch with people in the area. So I’m hanging out, generally ignored by my mother and stepfather and blissfully exempt from the harassment of my little brother (he prefers to beat on the males that come around).
Speaking of the males that come around… I only half-bothered to ask if my boyfriend could come to this family event. I knew the answer would be a resounding NO. But as my sister walked in with her boyfriend, and then my stepsister did the same in turn, I got hotter and hotter, bubbling with an inner rage that took a lot of control to hold in.
Who says I have a hard time controlling my emotions?
Seriously, can someone explain this to me? What is so wrong with, not only the man I’m dating, but the man I’m now LIVING with that he is not welcome to our family events but everyone else’s boyfriend is? Not only did he do nothing wrong to any member of my family, but he has gone out of his way to aid my mother when I was incapacitated in the hospital AND has tiptoed around her wishes since. When I was moving out, he “wasn’t allowed in the house” so I had to drag all of my bins up the stairs and into the garage where he would then load them into the cars. My mother tried to tell me it was because of my stepfather. Little did she know that when she left, he came in (with the permission of my stepfather, who didn’t seem to know anything about his being “uncomfortable” with my boyfriend coming in) to drag up some of my extraneous stuff. I’m tired of the manipulative games that go on within the circle of my family… well, it usually involves the one figurehead. Everyone else just gave up on arguing with her long ago.
Seriously. He’s not a bag guy by any stretch of means. Yeah, he was there at the hospital from visiting hours start to finish-not because he’s controlling-because he’s supportive. Overly supportive, you say? Well that’s convenient because it feeds my huge need for attention and affection. Oh wait… it’s because he likes to smack my ass occasionally isn’t it? Tie me up with pretty red rope? You can’t accept the “lifestyle” we lead, even though you’re too ignorant to ever really understand what it means.
By the way, I never was able to not accept your husband, even when I didn’t approve of your lifestyle. Even when he was raising hell, yellin’ and beatin’, stints occasionally involving some sort of weapon. Wait, no need to say it again, “You’re the mother, I’m the child, I’m not your equal”.
What the fuck does that even mean anyways?!