I woke up with this Fleetwood Mac tune in my head and a clip about recognizing narcissistic behaviors with a check list to determine if you are in an abusive relationship in my inbox.
Oh, great. Please do not jump to conclusions.
I don’t have it in me to tolerate an abusive relationship. I’m too old and weathered to put up with psychological bull and I don’t know how to deal with physical abuse. I’ve seen too many women beat down, so my response might be with deadly force. You will know what happened if my next address is Marysville.
In fact, I periodically question my ability to tolerate relationships of any kind. Maybe I should stop writing blogs about it or venting over telephone lines.
Nah… that would be self-abuse.
Rest assured, dear friends, I am not in an abusive relationship.
Maybe my last post gave the impression that he expected me to drop my projects to do what pleased him… nah, asking where I kept the broom was NOT a clue to make me jump up and do housework. I told him where it was, and HE swept a floor. He doesn’t try to control me. I’m the one who felt like I needed to take a night off, spend more time with my man… no manipulation on his part involved.
So, it’s okay here…. thanks for caring!
Barnbees 