Rant

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I’m grateful… I am… but there are things that I simply don’t understand, perhaps it’s because I’m older and I start to see them for what they really are. Plus I haven’t had this confrontation for a long long time because I could always avoid it. But these days I can’t until I’m back to my independent self again like I was before. I moved away from all this, years ago and for a very good reason, a reason that seemed to have faded over time but now that I’m back -I had no choice- I am reminded of this on a daily basis… So here’s a rant.

  • If I’m not around and not having dinner while the other person has (which is quite rare), the dishes won’t be done but left on the counter instead until the next evening when I need the space to cook and when I get tired of it still sitting there… so I end up doing them myself…
  • I need a clean counter in order to cook so I cannot ignore the mess and that is exactly what is taken advantage of
  • Someone is obviously not pulling her weight
  • I don’t expect much and I already take care of 80% of the household but it’s the attitude that annoys me
  • There’s a total lack of consideration
  • Someone seems to prefer to be lazy and take advantage of the extra hands that are always available. After all it’s easy to say out loud that you might get lazy when there is help but admitting to it ánd live up to it are two different things
  • Also: there’s a difference between positive criticism or talking down on someone or treating her like she’s still the 10 year old child without the brain function…
  • There’s a total lack of respect for someone’s ideas, thoughts or basically everything that identifies that person
  • There’s a total lack of respect… period

Don’t think that’s all, there’s much more but I’m done for the moment… All of this reminds me of the reasons why I have left this situation at age eighteen, why I always said that I would never return… But since I had no choice earlier this year, I have to take this in and have a good rant every now and then so I can breathe again and let go.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s also a good side but somehow whenever it gets bad, the good side seems to just vanish like snow in the sun… Once my patience will start to pay off and I’ll be ready to move and find my own space again! Just a few more weeks…

< /end of rant >