So, I was involved in a conversation this evening with my Uncle's girlfriend. She was ranting and raving about him (as usual) and when I had the gall to agree with her therapist on the fact that there can be more than one kind of abuse and my uncle overheard it, he started recording from the next room, as unbeknownst to me, I was on speaker phone. Not to say that there was anything said in that conversation I do not stand behind 100%. The man is a 55 year old child, selfish, on drugs, and doesn't fool ANYONE with his whole "divide and conquer" manipulation mentality.
Don't get me wrong: I love my uncle. I just don't like him.
So, at TWO IN THE MORNING, my big bad uncle decided he had to call his little brother and stir the pot, wake him up in the middle of the night, and cause a shitstorm. Do I discount that I played a part in this? No. Did a third party need to be involved in something that had NOTHING to do with them? Absolutely not. I am far from an innocent bystander, and I will readily admit that I have a lot of vitriol where my Uncle is concerned. So much so that I deleted and blocked him from FB after getting a call from my very upset younger Uncle asking me what I was doing talking to this lady. I was doing exactly that: talking. I was comisserating in her misery, and trying to offer her a release valve, and a calm voice, though I was unsuccessful in my desire to be calm and reasonable. Where this particular Uncle (or my Mother, for that matter) is concerned, the wonds are too deep, the scars too ugly to try to heal anymore.
I have tried therapy, I have written about it, I have taken anti depressants since I was ten, and still, the pain that this particular part of my family causes with there mere existence can sometimes be more than I can reasonably be expected to bear. So I become angry, I lash out, I push them away.
I think it is time to push away a little harder.
Don't get me wrong: I love my uncle. I just don't like him.
So, at TWO IN THE MORNING, my big bad uncle decided he had to call his little brother and stir the pot, wake him up in the middle of the night, and cause a shitstorm. Do I discount that I played a part in this? No. Did a third party need to be involved in something that had NOTHING to do with them? Absolutely not. I am far from an innocent bystander, and I will readily admit that I have a lot of vitriol where my Uncle is concerned. So much so that I deleted and blocked him from FB after getting a call from my very upset younger Uncle asking me what I was doing talking to this lady. I was doing exactly that: talking. I was comisserating in her misery, and trying to offer her a release valve, and a calm voice, though I was unsuccessful in my desire to be calm and reasonable. Where this particular Uncle (or my Mother, for that matter) is concerned, the wonds are too deep, the scars too ugly to try to heal anymore.
I have tried therapy, I have written about it, I have taken anti depressants since I was ten, and still, the pain that this particular part of my family causes with there mere existence can sometimes be more than I can reasonably be expected to bear. So I become angry, I lash out, I push them away.
I think it is time to push away a little harder.
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