Ok so here's why I post here on Fratching and bitch about my family or other things:
1) I know that I'm a complete asshole. I know it. It sucks. Most people are assholes and don't know it, and they are very comfortable living their asshole lives. I'm completely aware of being an asshole and am always trying to fight it. Sometimes its hard, so I come to anonymous places like this to complain about things I know I'm probably wrong about. I mean, where else am I going to complain that my 5 year old stepson is annoying as all hell? I learned from my parents that step families are touchy, touchy situations, and that bitching to my partner about what I think is wrong with her kid isn't going to get us anywhere except into a fight.
2) I know that whatever has me upset isn't the real issue. It's more likely just a manifestation of my anxiety and depression problems. Again, I still feel like I need to bitch, at least to vent and relieve some pressure, but I don't want to take it out on my wife and family.
3) Sometimes I feel like I CAN'T talk about what I want to. We want to have open communication, but many times the conversation is entirely one sided, met with scores of resounding silence.
And then comes in the snooping....
I honestly feel violated about the whole thing. I know its a public message board, but I came here to talk about stuff. She came here to spy on me. Big difference. and it wasn't to spy on me to see if I have a drug problem or if I'm cheating on her, it was just because she saw the history on the browser and decided she was going to be nosy. That's what upsets me about it.
I love you too honey! You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm sorry I'm weird and probably crazy and I'm trying my best to act like a normal person at home and to do that I have to be crazy SOMEWHERE and this seems like the best place to do that, but I can't anymore. I'll be finding some other place to be crazy now, and I hope my privacy will be better respected there.
So to get this off my chest, yes, what happened to your facebook page was because of me. I probably went a little overboard but I'm hoping I instilled that same feeling in you. I hope you felt a little sick in your stomach thinking "Oh my god, my personal space and privacy has just been violated, now I know how it feels."
I for one definitely know how YOU feel now, coming onto the internet to find someone complaining about you. Maybe we can both work on our communication skills a little better, huh? I'll try to be more open about what I'm feeling if you can maybe be a little more receptive?
1) I know that I'm a complete asshole. I know it. It sucks. Most people are assholes and don't know it, and they are very comfortable living their asshole lives. I'm completely aware of being an asshole and am always trying to fight it. Sometimes its hard, so I come to anonymous places like this to complain about things I know I'm probably wrong about. I mean, where else am I going to complain that my 5 year old stepson is annoying as all hell? I learned from my parents that step families are touchy, touchy situations, and that bitching to my partner about what I think is wrong with her kid isn't going to get us anywhere except into a fight.
2) I know that whatever has me upset isn't the real issue. It's more likely just a manifestation of my anxiety and depression problems. Again, I still feel like I need to bitch, at least to vent and relieve some pressure, but I don't want to take it out on my wife and family.
3) Sometimes I feel like I CAN'T talk about what I want to. We want to have open communication, but many times the conversation is entirely one sided, met with scores of resounding silence.
And then comes in the snooping....
I honestly feel violated about the whole thing. I know its a public message board, but I came here to talk about stuff. She came here to spy on me. Big difference. and it wasn't to spy on me to see if I have a drug problem or if I'm cheating on her, it was just because she saw the history on the browser and decided she was going to be nosy. That's what upsets me about it.
I love you too honey! You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm sorry I'm weird and probably crazy and I'm trying my best to act like a normal person at home and to do that I have to be crazy SOMEWHERE and this seems like the best place to do that, but I can't anymore. I'll be finding some other place to be crazy now, and I hope my privacy will be better respected there.
So to get this off my chest, yes, what happened to your facebook page was because of me. I probably went a little overboard but I'm hoping I instilled that same feeling in you. I hope you felt a little sick in your stomach thinking "Oh my god, my personal space and privacy has just been violated, now I know how it feels."
I for one definitely know how YOU feel now, coming onto the internet to find someone complaining about you. Maybe we can both work on our communication skills a little better, huh? I'll try to be more open about what I'm feeling if you can maybe be a little more receptive?
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