bookends
begin your story with the word ''you' and end it with the word 'I'
fiction
rated PG
she said
You think you know everything, don’t you? Well, you know NOTHING especially ABOUT ME.
A genius when it comes to manipulation, you turn and twist things while speaking half-truths with the sole intent to get your way.
Building yourself up, while knocking others down has become a sport. You are an all star.
I cannot talk to you without a disagreement over the smallest of details and before I am allowed to state my point of view, you throw up your hands in exasperation, and simply walk away, the discussion is OVER.
When asked how you are, your response is always the same, “just trying to make a living!” You believe an innocent question is an interrogation. Oh how you hate to be given the third degree. Small talk usually ends in anger. There does not seem to be a safe topic. Our home is riddled with land mines.
You drive like a maniac and you actually have the nerve to get angry at me as I prepare for a crash, its an automatic response, of which I have no control over! You believe every guy on the road is a jerk!
You are the boss, the decision maker, the ruler of the roost, after all, there can only be one king! You decide when we need something replaced and when we don’t. You know what’s important since you and you alone are able to see the big picture. Consulting anyone over anything is never considered.
I stood by and let this happen, its my fault, I gave up, was sick to death of arguing as I sunk deeper and deeper into my own little world. What should I have done? At what point in time did the pendulum sway?
I am not a victim; I allowed this to happen by becoming an ego enabler. I only have myself to blame.. Someone once said, “You teach people how to treat you!”
I am continually being reminded, by multitudes of people, just in case I develop a severe case of amnesia, that I am extremely lucky and truly blessed to have everything anyone could ever want,
or am I?
he said
You think you know everything, don’t you? Well, you know NOTHING, especially ABOUT ME.
A genius when it comes to manipulation, you turn and twist things while speaking half-truths with the sole intent to get your way.
Building yourself up, while knocking others down has become a sport. You are an all star.
I cannot talk to you without a disagreement over the smallest of details and before I am allowed to state my point of view, you throw up your hands in exasperation, and simply walk away, the discussion is OVER.
When asked how you are, your response is always the same, “Why am I the only one who does a thing around here, no one ever lifts a finger! I run a business and then come home and all the work is on my shoulders.” You complain that any simple question asked as a means of trying to connect is an interrogation. Oh how you hate the third degree. Small talk usually ends in anger. There does not seem to be a safe topic. Our home is riddled with land mines.
You drive us everywhere, because I drive like an old man and it makes you too nervous. You, my dear, wear the pants in the family; you are the decision maker, the ruler of the roost!
After all
this is your house and those are your kids as if I had nothing to do with it, you decide when we need something replaced and when we don’t. You know what’s important since you and you alone are able to see the big picture. Consulting anyone over anything is never considered. When you want something done, and done right, you have to do it yourself.
I stood by and let this happen, its my fault, I gave up, was sick to death of arguing. I sunk deeper and deeper into my own little world. What should I have done? At what point in time did the pendulum swing?
I am not a victim; I allowed this to happen by becoming an ego enabler. I only have myself to blame. Someone once said, “You teach people how to treat you!”
I am continually being reminded, by multitudes of people, just in case I develop a severe case of amnesia, that I am extremely lucky and truly blessed to be married to such a beautiful, intelligent successful women. I wonder, am I?
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I was trying to find the author of the quote,
"you teach people how to treat you"
and
I think
it could have been Oprah, although not sure?
Yet
I did find a women who teaches a class about teaching people how to treat you and I believe she had some invaluable information that
I thought I would share:
Instructor: Peggy Gould
The only person I can fix, change, or control is ME.
The only person responsible for my happiness is ME.
No one can make me happy, that’s my job.
No one makes me anything without my permission.
You can't change something you refuse to recognize. This course will bring to your consciousness the ability to recognize why people treat you the way they do. It will also offer you the skills and tools to take personal responsibility for changing what you are projecting.
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