Today was rough. Really really rough. Super extra rough.
I really truly dislike being angry. It is, by far my least favorite emotion and I am irritated beyond belief at the goings on of last night and they way they have left me shaken. To. the. core.
There are things said between my sister and I, well, mostly said by my sister to myself that are needlessly cruel. That's our dynamic. She says hurtful things when she wants to say kind ones. It's not right, but it's what we're working with right now.
This is not an invitation for other people to join in. Because Dear Sister can say callous things about me and our abusive childhood does not give any bystander the right to chime in. She was there with me. She has the right to say what she will.
And thinking it was just a fun ol' conversation is not a valid explanation. You do not tell people who have been systematically abused for more than a decade that they deserved it, and you certainly do not tell them to get over it. And neither of those things are in any way, in any dimension, part of a fun conversation.
And for the record, if I leave a family meal at a restaurant, mid-meal, whether I seem upset or not, it's a pretty good indicator that a line has been crossed.
Please take note.
That being said, tomorrow is a new day and I'm moving on.
Also, there's nothing like a banjo for nursing salty wounds.
No man ever seen the face of his foe no
He ain't made of flesh and bone
He's the one who sits up close beside you
And when he's there you are alone.
Every man is evil yes and every man's a liar
Unashamed with the wicked tongues sing
In the black soul choir
I was unaware this was at a public place--that makes it even MORE awkward. You poor, poor thing. Want me to send in my thugs--my goons can handle this. ;) For real though...?
ReplyDeletePs: where did you find this banjo? Knowing you, you made it out of recycled hospital parts, a rubber band ball, and human skin...those are all things MacGuyver would use, right?
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