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Why, yes, I do look like the shithead here, don't I?
I blew up, I freaked out, I got mad, I'm the bad guy. It's all on me. Aren't I the unreasonable bitch? Aren't they just the innocent wounded parties having to deal with the sicko crazy woman. Poor poor little victims. Soooo mistweated and misunderstood. So sad.
What I find most interesting about interacting with emotional manipulators is how they can push past your bounaries til you blow up, then step back and play the oh so reasonable and noble hurt party. This is a game I do not play well. Especially not when I'm recovering from fricken emergency eye surgery.
What I find most interesting about interacting with emotional manipulators is how they can push past your bounaries til you blow up, then step back and play the oh so reasonable and noble hurt party. This is a game I do not play well. Especially not when I'm recovering from fricken emergency eye surgery.
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A more correct response would be "I apologize for violating your boundaries. I am sorry for hurting you. You must be feeling very hurt and very uninterested in trusting me any more, and I understand that. How can I fix this? Or is this not fix-able? If it is fixable, what can I do in the future? What would you like me to do now to help you feel better?"
Some fucking acknowledgment of my feelings, not a laundry list of why you fucked me up and why you feel justified in doing so.