There is no place on any other platform to speak my mind, so I will attempt to blow this up a bit.
It is an amazing thing that one individual can bring such chaos into a relatively chaos free environment. If I could, I would run screaming into the void. If I thought it would do any good, I would turn and run, boobs bouncing, short little legs pumping, until I reached a spot so far away that I could not be found. The most frustrating thing is that I acquiesced to the original plan to help this individual grow into someone a bit less chaotic. Never again. The chaos' mother has now infiltrated my home, and my brain, and I haven't thought of a way to extricate myself. Yet.
I have long believed that I have an obligation to help in whatever way that I can whenever I can. I no longer believe it. This idiotic situation has taught me that I am not responsible for attempting to fix other's fuck-ups. Another certainty; if the situation were reversed, the mother of the chaos would never help me or any of mine. I can only attempt to distance myself now. I refuse to be the scapegoat so that these two people, who never should have been parents, can get away free of obligation.
I suppose what I am attempting to say is that I am going to gracefully, or maybe not so gracefully bow out.
Do as you will chaos, I am now done.
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