KwanYingirl
Diamond Member
i live in a condo in an old beach house that has six units. Two of us live here year round and this woman has definite psyche problems. She has fits of rage and can't tolerate anything that she can't control-like me!! She has bitched about everything I do, which is basically living my life on my terms and not hers. Her latest rant is the fact that I don't back into my parking place. I park front end in. I have lousy depth perception and poor peripheral vision so backing into a small space is not something I can do. Today she insisted that I learn to park back in first.
What difference does it make? She claims everyone else parks that way and I need to also. She complains about everything I do. The way I put my trash out, parking on the street, making tire marks in the lawn ( made by a large truck). She can't stand me and the feeling is mutual. I am going to stand in my own truth. Unless someone can give a valid reason for backing into a parking place, I'm going to park any damn way I want. You should see her whole body and face turn into a rage full control freak. I checked the condo by laws and there is no mention of parking in it.
I feel like I am a magnet for crazy people. I don't mean PTSD we"re not crazy we"re traumatized. Having to control every little detail of every person is crazy. How do I live in peace with her lurking about waiting to attack my personality?
What difference does it make? She claims everyone else parks that way and I need to also. She complains about everything I do. The way I put my trash out, parking on the street, making tire marks in the lawn ( made by a large truck). She can't stand me and the feeling is mutual. I am going to stand in my own truth. Unless someone can give a valid reason for backing into a parking place, I'm going to park any damn way I want. You should see her whole body and face turn into a rage full control freak. I checked the condo by laws and there is no mention of parking in it.
I feel like I am a magnet for crazy people. I don't mean PTSD we"re not crazy we"re traumatized. Having to control every little detail of every person is crazy. How do I live in peace with her lurking about waiting to attack my personality?