You think you know me?????
Today was my 41st birthday. I went to my mom's house for steaks, for a shared bday celebration with my eldest niece (who's birthday is next week).
It was not a joyous occasion for me.
The food was good.
But I got bitched out by everyone in my family: my mother, my dad, and my brother.
I would really like to ask each one of them : "What do you really think you know about ME?"
What is my favorite color?
What is my favorite style of music?
What is my favorite author?
What is my favorite band?
What is my favorite movie/tv series?
What is my favorite game?
What is my favorite meal?
What is my favorite vegetable?
What is my favorite drink?
Am I actually straight, bi, or outright gay?
None of my family would know the answers to ANY of these questions.... but they have the nerve to talk down to me, to judge me.
And whenever I bring up the fact that none of them have the faintest clue about how or what I am, THEY are the ones offended?????
I love my family, but sometimes... I wonder if they are worth the effort. Apparently, getting an idea after FORTY-ONE YEARS is still completely beyond them.
*sigh*
I freaking give up.
Edit/addition: I am having a really hard time right now. I adore my family. I appreciate every generous thing my family does for me..... but it is slamming me into the wall that none of them have the first clue who I am... nor do any of them apparently even CARE. I am sitting here squalling on my birthday, because I try so hard to please everyone, and in the end, NO ONE is ever pleased enough with me. I will never, EVER be good enough for anyone. I will never live up to anyone's expectations, much less hopes for me. I am perhapd THE most loyal member of my entire family, but does anyone at ALL recognize this? Do any of them actually even SEE it? Hell, no. Why have I spent more than 4 decades even trying?
It was not a joyous occasion for me.
The food was good.
But I got bitched out by everyone in my family: my mother, my dad, and my brother.
I would really like to ask each one of them : "What do you really think you know about ME?"
What is my favorite color?
What is my favorite style of music?
What is my favorite author?
What is my favorite band?
What is my favorite movie/tv series?
What is my favorite game?
What is my favorite meal?
What is my favorite vegetable?
What is my favorite drink?
Am I actually straight, bi, or outright gay?
None of my family would know the answers to ANY of these questions.... but they have the nerve to talk down to me, to judge me.
And whenever I bring up the fact that none of them have the faintest clue about how or what I am, THEY are the ones offended?????
I love my family, but sometimes... I wonder if they are worth the effort. Apparently, getting an idea after FORTY-ONE YEARS is still completely beyond them.
*sigh*
I freaking give up.
Edit/addition: I am having a really hard time right now. I adore my family. I appreciate every generous thing my family does for me..... but it is slamming me into the wall that none of them have the first clue who I am... nor do any of them apparently even CARE. I am sitting here squalling on my birthday, because I try so hard to please everyone, and in the end, NO ONE is ever pleased enough with me. I will never, EVER be good enough for anyone. I will never live up to anyone's expectations, much less hopes for me. I am perhapd THE most loyal member of my entire family, but does anyone at ALL recognize this? Do any of them actually even SEE it? Hell, no. Why have I spent more than 4 decades even trying?