Tomorrow is a new day.
May. 1st, 2012 04:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windtearI never post anymore. It all feels meaningless. I used to use this space to vent, and that was fine, except that it feels futile.
My family won't change and I have lost patience with trying to reason with them; it is so much easier on myself to say, "That is what they are, why should I change for them when they will not change for me?" and simply do what I want without consulting them. (I will say that this final straw has come about due to an incident where I requested my mother's and my paternal grandmother's presence, and when they agreed to come, expected them to behave like adults. They didn't. And then blamed me for their behaviour because I was the one who invited the other.)
I can't talk about work. All the best stories are confidential.
I can't talk on other blogs. I've tried. I seem to spend all my time earnestly demonstrating how much of my shin I can get past my teeth.
I'm just tired.
My family won't change and I have lost patience with trying to reason with them; it is so much easier on myself to say, "That is what they are, why should I change for them when they will not change for me?" and simply do what I want without consulting them. (I will say that this final straw has come about due to an incident where I requested my mother's and my paternal grandmother's presence, and when they agreed to come, expected them to behave like adults. They didn't. And then blamed me for their behaviour because I was the one who invited the other.)
I can't talk about work. All the best stories are confidential.
I can't talk on other blogs. I've tried. I seem to spend all my time earnestly demonstrating how much of my shin I can get past my teeth.
I'm just tired.
