Anyhow, I didn't get any further in my story because my friend's sister was enraged. "She talked to you like that!?"
I, of course, tried to minimize the sister's rage, telling her that it was okay because she always spoke to me like that. That didn't make her feel any better about it.
In a recent session with my shrink, I told him about this, and he asked me why it was okay for someone I loved to speak to me like that - and if I would be okay with someone speaking to one of my boys like that.
Oh yeah, that's part of that self esteem thing I'm working on. You know ... realizing that I'm not a piece of shit, and shouldn't be treated as such?
Leaving that harpy was the first step in a long journey. I'm slowly getting there.
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous
Double Betrayal D-Day 7/26/2013
Two steps forward and one step backwards, is still progress.
It is what it is.
Agree with others, we let them call us names, disrespect us, treat us without priority, because blinded by love. I took the bad and good, but didn't realize I was losing myself and confidence along the way.
As one of my buddies keeps telling me, she almost did me a favour by not trying hard enough to make it up to me after DDay. That's what opened my eyes and made me realize my situation was unbearable.