Hungrywolf wrote:Yes I do.
I guess one of things that bugged me was that even though I told them how I felt. How I truly felt about them. They basically threw it back in my face. Shown no understanding. Just upfront denial. I'm sure I might be overacting to an extent on my retelling of the account, so take it with a grain of salt.
Well, then they can't see things from your point of view, which is not uncommon. Heck, around here we've been stepping on each others toes all the time. Maybe you do the same thing? I know I have, well until I moved out. That's about the time you sort of realise that you don't control what you say in a family, and that you're practically oblivious to how much the recieving end can hurt from your actions. It just doesn't occur to you. How do you think spousal abuse really happen?(Eck, tacky example but apt)
With a bit of distance, such things become more apparent.
Hungrywolf wrote:I also probably could of done a better job defending myself in that situation, but I just let them landslide over me. I don't know. At a certain point you just get tired of trying to hold up against something, I guess. You're tired of having to prove yourself. You just don't care.
If people take out their frustrations on you, and you're innocent, they're making asses of themselves. That's not how strong and secure people behave. Not at all. Not that you should stop loving people just because they are weaklings at times. It's family. Good with the bad, grain of salt and all that.
Hungrywolf wrote:Care when they say "that someone thinks you don't like them just because you don't interact with them", my sisters boyfriend for example. I never said I've hated him, but somehow just because I don't actively pursue a relationship with him I'm tagged as the bad guy. Why? He's a nice guy, a hell of a nice guy if he has to deal with a person like my sister. But we're separately different people, I don't hate him. How could they accuse me of that so thoughtlessly.
If I'm the bad guy fine. I just don't care what they think. Let them think it. I'm going to live my life.
Ha ha! What a goddamn no-brainer. That's an A example of a useless argument right there. Tell you what, I'd actually warm up to this guy and let him in on the joke, but that's because I'm a insidious motherfucker at times. Maybe your sister actually wouldn't appreciate it that much if you became better friends either. Because with an outsider present and family appearances up, there's always prime moments to switch the tables.
Basically, you can say things to him you know will annoy the rest of the family, but they can't nag you without exposing their own stupidity.