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I stopped telling you my intimate details many years ago. I’m not sure if you noticed. See, I’m a grown man now, and you have to respect me as one. If not, you won’t get to know me.
I am very strict with my time. I don’t feel obligated to associate with anyone. Bring something to the table, challenge me, and I have just as much to offer, but if you can’t hold a decent conversation—adios, fuckwad!
Don’t think because you are family you can disrespect me. I will cut you off. You will suddenly not know me. It will be abrupt.
Do not interfere in my life unless I ask for help or advice. And please, no nagging. I know you will struggle with this, but I will defend this boundary.
I know you are disappointed with a lot of your choices, and I’m sorry. But that’s your problem, not mine. You had your chance. You made those choices. I am not to blame. Your lot is not my fault. And I don’t owe you anything. I will do things for you – when I can — because I love you, not because I’m in debt to you. Can you understand that?
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Sadly, they usually don’t understand that—not without some consistent, exhausting labor on one’s own part.
Have you really laid down the boundaries between you and your family, or is this post a wet dream?
Hi there,
Everything dynamic and very positively!
Thanks
Miato