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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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I'm sorry about this shit. :(
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The important relationship here is not the one between me and the manipulator. The important relationship here is between me and Thax, and we both need to work on better, healthier ways to speak to one another and be understood by one another. We are commited to that.
At some point down the road perhaps I will be thankful to the emotional manipulator for breaking open this wound and allowing Thax and I to begin to heal it. I didn't create his shut down/avoidant tendencies. He didn't create my tendencies to tell myself that I'm worthless and my feelings and desires are invalid and stuff them away until I blow up in a giant mess of insecurity and anger and abandonment issues. We didn't make each other codependent, we just found each other this way and for a time our baggage was a really comfortable matched set. We can unlearn these things and do better by each other. I am commited to that. He is committed to that.
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And, "It will get better." Good for you to be stating this. :)