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Being interrupted is maddening.  Being interrupted and corrected while talking to one of my children about breaking a rule feels like the most disrespectful thing.  And it repeatedly happens by my partner!!  UGH!

As I've gone through the last 2 years of life with this head pain I've learned so much.  I've never stood up for myself personally.  Now that I'm starting to see all the disrespect from my partner, I feel sad.

He had a whole other relationship and thought that was okay.  I'm disgusted and hurt.  I'm mad at myself for accepting this behavior from him!  I've just had too much of everything else to deal with that too.  Right in my own home.  It's not that I wasn't aware of it every step of the way.  He's a terrible fucking liar.  That's not the point right now.  Don't fucking judge me either.  I'm not ready to give up.

So I'm noticing how much he actually doesn't listen to me now.  He really only cares about himself and I see that now.  I can NEVER have a disagreement with his daughter without him interrupting.  He was literally screaming in her face a couple weeks ago and calling her a retard because she couldn't do a math problem.  I was talking to her about a rule she breaks every day!  In a stern tone... WTF!!  It's a rule she breaks every day.  It's a rule in place for her GODDAMN safety!!  (A 6 year old has NO business going into her bedroom with a cell phone to video chat anyone!)  And he talks RIGHT OVER ME to say, "watch your tone with her."

It's no surprise that she doesn't fucking follow my rules.  My words are unimportant to her father, why should they matter to her.  I am being controlled by a man and his 6 year old princess.  This is not the life I plan to live for much longer.

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