Tomorrow is a new day.
I 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.
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Much sympathy.
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You're right that you can do nothing to make your family behave like adults. It's very sad, but sometimes that's just how things are. And you certainly shouldn't change for them.
I hope you're OK.
(Cue Catherine's solution to all the problems of the world: Come down to Melbourne some time and I'll feed you...? That is a genuine invitation, by the way. If you need time away and can get down to this end of the world, you would be very welcome to stay, if you can cope with cats who own us, and a very messy house)
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Families are problematic in my experience. Expecting them to change is an exercise in frustration. If what they are isn't compatible with what you are, I think doing what you want without consulting them is a better choice than trying to change yourself to suit them. Trying to be what other people want you to be instead of what you are can be exhausting. Apart from my mother, who is just plain crazy and causes lots of drama, I like most of my family but liking them and wanting to deal with the way they do things are not the same. I live my life the way that suits me and where that intersects with the way they want to do things, we find common ground and do things together. Where our ways don't intersect, we leave each other alone.