better you than me
in my old life, i wasn’t in charge. i didn’t choose my friends, i didn’t choose where i went and when and with whom. and i had no privacy, either. what friends i had and what means of communication that were available to me where controlled and limited.
so i have a lot of sympathy for someone in a similar situation, because i know how hard it is to get out of, and i know it took me the better part of eight years to recognize it and escape it myself. what i don’t have a lot of sympathy for are people that either a) recognize they are in that situation and willingly stay in it (or return to it once out of it) and b) those that put others in the same situation out of some convoluted sense of equality.
now imagine my surprise to learn that my own mother has put herself in both of these circumstances. she who recognized my situation and wanted me out of it so badly, and realizes she has put herself in the same situation time and again with the same man – just cannot fathom why this man is abrasive when faced when being placed under the same control himself!
so now i have to say here what i cannot say to her, because he reads over her shoulder and listens to her phone calls, and she willingly lets him do so because she wants to do the same to him – give the man some privacy, woman!! maybe he just wants to biotch about you the way you biotch about him!!!
*ahem*
that is all.
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