Wandering Star
time traveler
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Postcards from Hell: Day 33
Not everything is about you. I know you are incapable of understanding this, given your disorder, but I shall say it anyway.
You do not have the right to tell me how I feel. Standing up for myself by attempting to explain exactly how I feel (instead of allowing you to tell me how I feel) is not an attack on you. I know you are incapable of understanding this, given your disorder, but I shall say it anyway.
I forget sometimes that you are not normal, that you are incapable of the most normal conversational events; I forget that you must make every situation about you. I forget that you have no empathy, that you must always be right, and that you will take any semblance of disagreement with your point of view as an out-and-out full-frontal attack. I know you are incapable of understanding this, given your disorder, but I shall say it anyway.
You are the master manipulator, and I will not be manipulated. I will not be made to feel guilty over your numerous perceived slights. Not anymore. I know you are incapable of understanding this, given your disorder, but I shall say it anyway, now, and often, until my final day in hell.
Not everything is about you. I know you are incapable of understanding this, given your disorder, but I shall say it anyway.
You do not have the right to tell me how I feel. Standing up for myself by attempting to explain exactly how I feel (instead of allowing you to tell me how I feel) is not an attack on you. I know you are incapable of understanding this, given your disorder, but I shall say it anyway.
I forget sometimes that you are not normal, that you are incapable of the most normal conversational events; I forget that you must make every situation about you. I forget that you have no empathy, that you must always be right, and that you will take any semblance of disagreement with your point of view as an out-and-out full-frontal attack. I know you are incapable of understanding this, given your disorder, but I shall say it anyway.
You are the master manipulator, and I will not be manipulated. I will not be made to feel guilty over your numerous perceived slights. Not anymore. I know you are incapable of understanding this, given your disorder, but I shall say it anyway, now, and often, until my final day in hell.