If This Is The Trend, Count Me Out...
There isn't anyone on Earth that's worth my mental well-being.
I am a people watcher. I don’t really enjoy interacting with people, but I sit on my porch and watch the scenery occur. It makes me feel like I’m still participating in life, just at a safe distance. Thank my PTSD for that.
So, I have new neighbors to observe, and I’ve been doing exactly that. There’s a few young couples, an older couple, and a screaming, fighting couple who love to slam their front door until it feels like my teeth are going to shatter.
Oh, fucking great.
I’ve noticed in my recent travels, there’s always at least one. Just absolutely hateful to one another, constant fighting, everyone on the street knows it, a type of scenario.
Why? Why in the fuck? I can’t for the life of me think of a singular reason that I would waste my years with someone who spoke to me in that manner, with someone who treated me in that way.
I watched the husband walk out and slam the door directly in the wife’s face today.
Oh, hell no, Pookie. No you didn’t just slam a door in my face, because I get ignorant. She yelled, slammed the door herself, and I presume carried on with her day.
I don’t want that type of bullshit in my life. I don’t want constant screaming and door slamming. Someone always with something nasty to say to me. I look at it like this…if you aren’t my biggest fan, why would I be with you?
I have people who enjoy my work, who enjoy speaking with me, and who enjoy my company. I refuse to hang out or waste my time with people who are critical of who I am as a person, the work that I do, or the feelings that I express. It’s not lending to my overall happiness? It’s gotta go.
These couples that are just so nasty and hateful to one another, why? Why are you constantly punishing one another? Did neither of you choose happiness in life? I just can’t understand the thought process where you wake every day and choose to be with someone who speaks to you any old way, who treats you like a second class citizen in your home…
Something out there has to be better than that. Something out there has to look like a better offer than living this shit, day after day.
If anyone has a story that can break this into manageable pieces for me, I’m all ears. (Obviously, I’m the nosiest bitch on my new street…)
Tell a Bitchface what is really fucking going on.
It doesn't happen right away. And it's actually a good thing this couple balances each other out in abuse because either would be awful for a partner they could dominate.
And let's hope they didn't have kids. It's bad enough having a "good cop/bad cop" for parents, but twin demons...Usually this sort of relationship starts with joy (love bombing) and progressively gets worse in such a way the victim really doesn't notice over time when it's just one meanie. Others notice because they didn't go through the process. Friends save friends from the process.