We’ve Heard Before

9-2-23

Marie and I are drastically unhappy with our current living situation, and it feels like any time we feel good about it there needs to be a correction.

I just don’t understand her parents. They lectured us for over an hour today, right before we were planning to go to the store. And it’s all over bullshit we’ve heard before.

Her mom “apologized” over an incident with soup that happened a couple weeks ago, but instead of actually being sorry she used something else she did as an excuse. Basically she took my words out of context when I said I was making soup for Marie because she was sick and implied that I said only Marie was allowed to have the soup. And then she never clarified. She just said that since she made crab soup for herself and Marie and Marie’s sister, but none for me, I was retaliating by “only making soup for Marie.” Like what the hell?

That’s what they do: they take your words out of context, assume you meant them to be intentionally rude, refuse to talk to you for clarification or understanding, and then assume to know what you’re feeling or thinking. It’s so annoying. They’re quite literally delusional.

Tell me how this makes sense: whenever I work from home I help with the kids as much as they let me. However, they always insist I focus on work. So I do. I go upstairs to work because I have to make calls, and I don’t want the candidates to hear a bunch of people talking. But then, yesterday, I’m told that THEY’RE uncomfortable I stay in my room while I work, because they worry what I think about them.

Basically, they have come to believe that I stay in my room while I work because I’m convinced it’s the only room they let me work in, and because of that it makes them uncomfortable. They haven’t told me to stay in the room. They haven’t asked me why I stay in the room. They assume I stay in the room because I’m not allowed in any other room, and then they build their feelings off of that.

Why the fuck should I care if my actions to accommodate you are making you uncomfortable when A) I’m following exactly what you told me to do, and B) you only bring it up while you’re lecturing us? It just doesn’t make sense.

Not once do they ask how we are doing. They tell us how they think we’re feeling and if we disagree then they backtrack and get defensive, and if we agree they push forward and get smug. Golly it sucks. Can’t wait to move out.

Love you mom, dad, Marie, sis, Amelia, kitty, Emerson

-E.B.