Why skipping to the good part doesn't work

 I hate people who mess things up and then expect it to go back to normal without talking about it, imagining things will get better just because they are ignoring it. These are the people who never admit they're wrong and never see that they are at fault too, nobody is ever a hundred percent right. They never see that they need to address the issue and apologize for it, even if not apologize, an acknowledgment that they realize how their actions have hurt people and take accountability for it. They just think the problem would be solved if they just try to move past it without actually discussing what went wrong and how they can better prevent it from happening again in the future. 

I have lived with such a person for 22 years and it is draining and exhausting. Because you're the one who is left feeling awkward about it till it actually gets better. The other person just gets to go about their day thinking they did nothing wrong, while the other person is left overthinking what went wrong or what more can they do to fix something that wasn't even their fault. Then you are told to be the bigger person and forgive that other person even though they are the ones who ended up hurting you in the end, and you have to be the kinder one, just so you will not lose that person from your life because you love them and care about them. Well, they don't deserver that love and kindness and it is better to understand that sooner than later. 

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