Strangelongtrip
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I went out with someone today. We're relatives. We have a relationship that honestly isn't healthy when I look at it. I've repeatedly tried to stop talking to her and hang out with her but whenever I do she guilts me into seeing her again. Tonight was incredibly condescending and rude to me over and over again about simple things. She's ALWAYS like this. She always makes it sound like she's the only person who knows everything in the world, and everyone else is an idiot for not knowing what she does. I think it's a coping mechanism for the fact she doesn't have life figured out at all and her life is a mess, which is fine but the fact she thinks she knows everything rubs me the wrong way, especially when she's being mean to me. I called her out on it, like I have a million times before, and she said she wouldn't have known her tone was bad if I didn't tell her (which I HAVE told her, a hundred times--and she never does anything about it), then proceeded to lecture me for a few minutes about how to *her* it sounds that I'm being *judgemental* (which to her, is the worst thing a human being can be) and how I'm a super judgmental person.
Yes, I can be judgmental. But I'm learning to not be so much. In this case, I don't think this is a judgement. This is: I have known you well for this many years, and you're being mean to me, repeatedly. She made me cry at the bar because she kept trying to psychoanalyze everything I did to the point where everything I did was terrible, then when I would say "I'm miserable/I'm terrible" she'd say no you aren't miserable you just want to fight with me. How the heck is that a judgement? How is asking not to be condescended to constantly and being talked to in a rude voice being judgmental? I've tried so hard with her, but she lies, she steals drugs, she lies about being on drugs, everyone else is wrong and she's always right--and always the victim. No one has it worse than her in her head. She told me that I shouldn't be concerned about being talked to meanly tonight because it "wasn't just me she was being mean to today"--she recognized that she was being mean but said it wasn't her fault because she had a bad day at work. In her head her reactions and actions aren't her responsibility--they're all to do with things she can't control, her health and her mental illnesses and what's happened to her. And it's hard not to compare when I have friends who have been through just as much terrible stuff as her and have emerged kind, caring, and loving. They have the same diagnoses as her, debilitating physical disabilities, and they don't treat me like crap. They treat me with kindness and respect, listen to me and support me.
I later tried to talk to her about my depression, and how it's been terrible lately, and she told me that we can't even compare our depressions because hers was SO much worse than mine. She finished that up with a "that's a sh*tty thing to say to you, but I said it." She then proceeded to talk about herself some more and how miserable her life is before I was done and said I had to go home. I should have left sooner but I had drunk enough alcohol that I needed to wait to drive.
It's hard because we've had good times, but when I look back it was just because we were both miserable and alone and we were on the same "level" of healing I suppose, and we had people to drink with and do stuff with. I don't want to do that anymore. I've tried so hard to see that she's just not there yet, and accept her for where she is, but I can't accept being talked down to constantly. I can't handle being torn apart to the point I sob in the middle of a bar, when I'm already struggling and could have used some kindness. I can accept her as she is if I never have to hang out with her one on one or talk to her extensively.
I just need to put it out there in the world so I can hold myself accountable for setting boundaries with her. I think I need to tell her how I feel too, and just leave it at we'll cordial, but I cannot and will not do this anymore.
Yes, I can be judgmental. But I'm learning to not be so much. In this case, I don't think this is a judgement. This is: I have known you well for this many years, and you're being mean to me, repeatedly. She made me cry at the bar because she kept trying to psychoanalyze everything I did to the point where everything I did was terrible, then when I would say "I'm miserable/I'm terrible" she'd say no you aren't miserable you just want to fight with me. How the heck is that a judgement? How is asking not to be condescended to constantly and being talked to in a rude voice being judgmental? I've tried so hard with her, but she lies, she steals drugs, she lies about being on drugs, everyone else is wrong and she's always right--and always the victim. No one has it worse than her in her head. She told me that I shouldn't be concerned about being talked to meanly tonight because it "wasn't just me she was being mean to today"--she recognized that she was being mean but said it wasn't her fault because she had a bad day at work. In her head her reactions and actions aren't her responsibility--they're all to do with things she can't control, her health and her mental illnesses and what's happened to her. And it's hard not to compare when I have friends who have been through just as much terrible stuff as her and have emerged kind, caring, and loving. They have the same diagnoses as her, debilitating physical disabilities, and they don't treat me like crap. They treat me with kindness and respect, listen to me and support me.
I later tried to talk to her about my depression, and how it's been terrible lately, and she told me that we can't even compare our depressions because hers was SO much worse than mine. She finished that up with a "that's a sh*tty thing to say to you, but I said it." She then proceeded to talk about herself some more and how miserable her life is before I was done and said I had to go home. I should have left sooner but I had drunk enough alcohol that I needed to wait to drive.
It's hard because we've had good times, but when I look back it was just because we were both miserable and alone and we were on the same "level" of healing I suppose, and we had people to drink with and do stuff with. I don't want to do that anymore. I've tried so hard to see that she's just not there yet, and accept her for where she is, but I can't accept being talked down to constantly. I can't handle being torn apart to the point I sob in the middle of a bar, when I'm already struggling and could have used some kindness. I can accept her as she is if I never have to hang out with her one on one or talk to her extensively.
I just need to put it out there in the world so I can hold myself accountable for setting boundaries with her. I think I need to tell her how I feel too, and just leave it at we'll cordial, but I cannot and will not do this anymore.