When they cut you off...
Don't listen to what you're saying...
And I'm horrible at arguing. I can't think straight. I never make the point I meant to make and I usually end up apologizing - whether it's my fault or not.
All that, and I usually cry.
Which only makes me angrier.
I don't like being dismissed. It feels mean. It IS mean!
But, I'm not a fighter. Sure, I bark pretty loud at times, but honestly, that's about it.
Which in some ways is a good thing. Beloved and I don't argue. We just don't. Sure, we may have a word or two here or there, but we seldom actually fight.
Unless you count all the zingers I say in my head.
But this post isn't about Beloved. He's a peach. It's about others and the way they treat me and the fact that I let them.
What do you do when you're not a fighter and you are trapped with a fighter?
Look around, find your spine, and try to sound logical?
It's probably not going to happen.
Not in my lifetime.
Guess that makes me a doormat.