Whose Job Is It?
“How is it my fault, I’m smart enough to know they are doing a shitty job for me and if I’m smart enough to know, what about those who are not smart enough to know.”
I’m currently experiencing something where (because I don’t have a name for it) I’m being under valued by family and thrown under the bus as having a ‘brain injury,’ my intelligence is being dulled so, I seem to need more help than maybe I really do.
Then it opens the door to people thinking they can perform at a sub-par or standard level and half doing a job. Am I meant to apologise or monitor my frustration or bad behaviour, just because I may make them feel guilty or incompetent?
I hate to say I told you so, but when I push so hard to get ahead of certain issues, there is a reason. When the fit hits the shan (you heard me) it’s then your mess, not mine to fix it and you must give it as much energy and time that it requires.
No excuses from having put it off for weeks as other ‘things’ seemed more important. Don’t all of a sudden complain to me when I need to rebel and spend money on things that are important to me, so I can feel better.
I seem to be the only person who is abundantly aware all of my family would see me homeless, then help me financially or offer me a place to stay despite how ridiculous or unrealistic that would be.
I feel sick to my stomach that my family cannot put all of their own ‘stuff’ aside.
I don’t know what to say and not sure what your family did to make you feel that way. All I know is that it’s a terrible thing to feel like that.
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It’s ok. You said something which is often half the bottle. It’s pretty constant these days. It’s like water off a du is back. It’s still ridiculous! Cheers,H
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Thinking of you Helen. If we lived closer we would be offline friends too.
I only have my mum for financial emergencies but that’s all. My two siblings (and their partners) are drug addicts who make me problems, when I, like you, could do with their support. Even John doesn’t get it that my body is truly broken, sometimes. It’s like living with a kid in a man’s body!
Sorry you’re dealing with family crap…
Love to you and Mika oxo
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I imagine that also. Kick Thst man-child in the pants for me? Cheers,H
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