It’s for the best we get our distance

In years past, in months past, in weeks past and in days past, I’ve spoken about how big honesty is to me. I’ve spoken about how I’m an observer rather than a do-er. I’ve spoken about how I treat people the way I want to be treated. I’ve spoken about how much my friends mean to me, and I’ve spoken about how badly I was treated by my father growing up. Because of all of this, one of my most treasured mottos is:

Therefore, if I’m doing you a favour and you treat me like shit, do NOT be so naive as to think I’m going to put up with that. I WILL lay down my tools and walk away. I’ve proven that time and time again. Why people continue to think that they can get away with that behaviour simply because I’m generally a kind-hearted person, I’ll never know. Yes, I’m kind, but no, I will not agree to be your verbal punching bag. I don’t care if you’re in a bad mood, I don’t care if you’re frustrated. I’m standing up for ME. If that makes me a ‘tough chick’, if that makes me a ‘bitch’, if that makes me a ‘spoiled brat’, then so be it. I’m the only one who can look out for ME. And I’m not going to take the crap from anyone. I’m too old and too cynical to bite my tongue and be pushed around by some bully that’s supposed to be family.

Sorry, pops, you lose. You’re on your own. The only thing I should have done is turned to my mother and told her that if SHE and she alone needed my help again, SHE could come find me and I’d be more than willing to help HER. But by then I was finished and wasn’t thinking straight. Don’t push me and this will never be an issue.