Today started off heavy. Bored, sitting, watching the kids, just trying to be present. But as soon as I open my mouth, suddenly I’m the problem. Dog peed on my mattress. That’s it. I wasn’t complaining—I was just telling them what happened. Yet my dad cusses me out, my mom’s upset, and now I’m under their microscope.
Here’s the thing: I don’t complain. I give my perspective. I offer my point of view. And somehow that’s interpreted as resistance, as tension, as “not wanting to be here.” It’s exhausting when people make you feel unwelcome in your own space.
So yeah, today I realized I might have to step back from responding. Not because I want to, but because my energy is valuable.
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