I don’t know how many times I, we have been in this position where I have to explain to you again why I am angry with you. It’s as if I am speaking another language. No matter what I say, the message just doesn’t seem to get through… I think to myself what can I say? How can I communicate to you the depth of emotion I am feeling without shouting and screaming. I resort to being sarcastic, sneering, talking to you as if you were a child, anything that will allow you to understand why.
I try to embarrass you, shame you to take responsibility for your actions to act like an adult, not a selfish person whose ID seems to be on full tilt. I understand you work hard, we all do, it’s your way of coping, but, do you not understand what you do also has a ricochet effect on me too? Yes, you have the right to live your life as you please, to have autonomy, you are your own person in your own right. But, while you have been busying yourself with you, have you not forgotten about the ‘we’ in all of this?
So in my attempt to reach you I go through this process, until I reach a point where I am eventually calm and and speak to you quietly from my heart, my last ditch attempt, hoping I am speaking in the right voice, a language you will finally understand that I have not given up on you yet…I am still fighting for you, for us…