Those words describe a particular family member who last night decided, rather than talking to me, to text me some words that will forever effect our relationship.
They think, think being the operative word, that there’s more to a female friends relationship of mine than meets the eye. There is not. They have been told there’s not. Yet they continue to pry. I understand to an extent where they are coming from but this is ridiculous.
They are not doing anything to assist themselves with their grief and now they are throwing it on me. The only shoulders I lean on are my friends, those who are impacted by the…ones who will in no way judge me, but rather just listen. Certain family members apparently want to judge, want to offer their opinion, want to place their own other personal grief on the table. That is not for me. That’s not how I deal with it.
And to put words in writing, words that cannot be taken away, words that are extremely cruel … you truly have to be a mean person to do that. Granted this person is grieving, but these are not the words of a grieving person. Why is this person not doing something to help themselves, why is the family not doing something? I can barely take care of my own issues. I certainly cannot take care of others, other than my children, and I certainly cannot open myself up to the grief of someone else.
Do they expect me to act as if nothing happened? They all live in the same house. And this person in particular doesn’t even have a job. This is where my kids go during the day while I work. I have zero desire to go there now. I have dealt with her immaturity in the past, but she has far surpassed my level of tolerance.
As if I needed this.