Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Have You Seen My Spine?

Don't ya just hate it when people treat you like you are stupid?

When they cut you off...

Don't listen to what you're saying...


Me too.

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.


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