A situation has come up that I want your wise and sage opinions on, but I have to ask a favor first. This board, and the people on it, are for the most part a warm, loving group, and we often side with and defend each other. I need you folks to put that aside right now, and look at the situation at hand as objectively as you can. Don't side with me because I'm me...I want your honest opinions on the situation, as if no CSer were involved. My opinion will be obvious, but I want honest, objective, unprejudiced thoughts and comments on this. I thank you for this.
Now, as many of you know, I am somewhat involved with an old friend back in Phoenix, Nurse Betty. We have had our ups and downs, and there is no question both of us can be very opinionated, very stubborn, and at times very hard to deal with. But last night, I blew my top.
Background: in June, NB lost her father. Technically her stepfather, but he had raised her since she was a wee lass, and while she loves her actual father, she thought of her stepdad as more her dad than she did her father. He lived a long, happy life, and died of natural causes. Naturally, this devastated both NB and her mother, not to mention the rest of the family. For various reasons her mother is organizing stepfather's memorial for later this month. While this may seem odd, the reasons for this are sound, and no one involved disagrees with it.
Last night NB called me rather upset, and more than a little drunk. It seems she feels somewhat neglected in the memorial, and wanted my advice on how to deal with her mother without making mom feel guilty, but still having a bigger part in the memorial. It is not that she wants any glory or the limelight...she just to express how close she was to stepdad, to show her love. No problem. I tried to advise her the best I could. While I had had a few beers, I was not drunk, merely tired from a long day at work. But, things didn't go well, as she did not agree with my proposed plan of action, and things started to get cyclical. She would cry about how she wanted to be involved and why, I would calmly suggest how to go about that, she would object. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Then she stepped over the line.
"You just don't understand." This is one of her favorite emotional protests when she doesn't agree with what I am saying to her. Actually, I do, as I lost my father in 1981, when I was 10. She has, in the past, said it's not the same thing, which it technically isn't, but that doesn't mean I don't understand what it's like to lose a parent.
Last night, after much of the lathering, rinsing, and repeating, she repeated this: "You don't understand. You were TEN. You just don't get it."
I fucking exploded. And let me tell you, when I explode, it's rather nuclear...and rather loud. I was down the street from the bar I had been in, and people outside of it looked up. Suffice it to say I went batshit crazy. Who the FUCK does she think she is, telling me that it's not the same because I was only ten? How DARE she? How fucking DARE she?
Now, I could have pointed out that, no, it isn't the same. I could have pointed out that this was only her stepfather, not her real father, as many people try to say to me when I discuss my (nonbiological) nieces. I didn't. I could have also pointed out that it's not the same since she had her whole life with her father, and I lost mine when I was just a boy. I didn't do that either. I did tell her, in very forceful and loud terms, that she had crossed a line with me, and that she should never, EVER say that shit to me again. It is unacceptable. My pain and my loss are no less nor important than hers, as she was implying. Yes, it has been 28 years, so my loss has been tempered by time. Her wound is still fresh. And that is why I have put up with her "You just don't understand" stuff for so long.
So I exploded, then hung up on her. Then called her back to try to smooth things over once I had cooled slightly. She said it again. I exploded again. Worse. And hung up on her again. She tried to call me back, but I would not take the call. I told her to go to sleep, that it would be better for both of us if she did not talk to me any more that night.
Very few people have ever seen me that angry. And I am STILL angry. Not as hot as I was last night. But I am pissed. Bordering on seething.
So, was I wrong to go off on her? Were her actions even partly justifiable? Can you defend her?
Remember, I am not asking anyone to "side" with me. I can only see my side, as it were. I am too pissed, too involved, too directly in the mix to be able to be my usual objective self and even attempt to see her side any more than I have, as explained above.
Comments? Reactions? Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right, I don't care. No one can offend me by their comments, no matter what they are. I just need feedback. I am not one of those people that can't accept when they are wrong. I very much can.
So, my friends....talk to me. Please.
Now, as many of you know, I am somewhat involved with an old friend back in Phoenix, Nurse Betty. We have had our ups and downs, and there is no question both of us can be very opinionated, very stubborn, and at times very hard to deal with. But last night, I blew my top.
Background: in June, NB lost her father. Technically her stepfather, but he had raised her since she was a wee lass, and while she loves her actual father, she thought of her stepdad as more her dad than she did her father. He lived a long, happy life, and died of natural causes. Naturally, this devastated both NB and her mother, not to mention the rest of the family. For various reasons her mother is organizing stepfather's memorial for later this month. While this may seem odd, the reasons for this are sound, and no one involved disagrees with it.
Last night NB called me rather upset, and more than a little drunk. It seems she feels somewhat neglected in the memorial, and wanted my advice on how to deal with her mother without making mom feel guilty, but still having a bigger part in the memorial. It is not that she wants any glory or the limelight...she just to express how close she was to stepdad, to show her love. No problem. I tried to advise her the best I could. While I had had a few beers, I was not drunk, merely tired from a long day at work. But, things didn't go well, as she did not agree with my proposed plan of action, and things started to get cyclical. She would cry about how she wanted to be involved and why, I would calmly suggest how to go about that, she would object. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Then she stepped over the line.
"You just don't understand." This is one of her favorite emotional protests when she doesn't agree with what I am saying to her. Actually, I do, as I lost my father in 1981, when I was 10. She has, in the past, said it's not the same thing, which it technically isn't, but that doesn't mean I don't understand what it's like to lose a parent.
Last night, after much of the lathering, rinsing, and repeating, she repeated this: "You don't understand. You were TEN. You just don't get it."
I fucking exploded. And let me tell you, when I explode, it's rather nuclear...and rather loud. I was down the street from the bar I had been in, and people outside of it looked up. Suffice it to say I went batshit crazy. Who the FUCK does she think she is, telling me that it's not the same because I was only ten? How DARE she? How fucking DARE she?
Now, I could have pointed out that, no, it isn't the same. I could have pointed out that this was only her stepfather, not her real father, as many people try to say to me when I discuss my (nonbiological) nieces. I didn't. I could have also pointed out that it's not the same since she had her whole life with her father, and I lost mine when I was just a boy. I didn't do that either. I did tell her, in very forceful and loud terms, that she had crossed a line with me, and that she should never, EVER say that shit to me again. It is unacceptable. My pain and my loss are no less nor important than hers, as she was implying. Yes, it has been 28 years, so my loss has been tempered by time. Her wound is still fresh. And that is why I have put up with her "You just don't understand" stuff for so long.
So I exploded, then hung up on her. Then called her back to try to smooth things over once I had cooled slightly. She said it again. I exploded again. Worse. And hung up on her again. She tried to call me back, but I would not take the call. I told her to go to sleep, that it would be better for both of us if she did not talk to me any more that night.
Very few people have ever seen me that angry. And I am STILL angry. Not as hot as I was last night. But I am pissed. Bordering on seething.
So, was I wrong to go off on her? Were her actions even partly justifiable? Can you defend her?
Remember, I am not asking anyone to "side" with me. I can only see my side, as it were. I am too pissed, too involved, too directly in the mix to be able to be my usual objective self and even attempt to see her side any more than I have, as explained above.
Comments? Reactions? Tell me I'm wrong, tell me I'm right, I don't care. No one can offend me by their comments, no matter what they are. I just need feedback. I am not one of those people that can't accept when they are wrong. I very much can.
So, my friends....talk to me. Please.
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