America would love it.
Well, dear reader[s], I got my paws on a copy of that email sent to my aunt, and it is a lot more acceptable than I imagined. Now, to be honest, I really don't know why my Aunt is upset. I know that they have had troubled times, and as far as I can tell, a lot of the issues reach back into childhood. Overall, had she been able to point out *why* she needed to apologize, it might have gone over well.
But, that's really the issue. When person A has an issue with person B that rolls into a mutual "no talking" situation, both people should know why. In all probability, were person B (in this case, my mother) empathetic or maybe able to listen, person B would be able to understand and fully reason out why person A is upset. In this case, person B has a well-documented past of hearing, but not listening and completely lacking any empathy necessary to properly execute a relationship with anyone who is not an extension of her own being (see: anyone in the world with the exception of her husband).
Now, in this case, I can't speak with certainty about the issues that Person A has with Person B, but I do know there are inferiority complexes running around like and infestation of termites that just keep eating away at the structures in relationships. Give that, in this case, person A and person B have been set up to compete with one another since birth, these complexes have essentially been shot up with large doses of steroids and given machetes.
My only guess is that the current person A has made the same efforts as I made when I was person A: that is, my Aunt has probably explained her issues to my mother or at least had an all-out brawl that made the problems obvious.
And now, after all of that, if person B cannot identify what the problem is, person B has severely insulted person A. In my opinion, person A has the right to label person B any number of obscene names and continue to shut person B out of his/her life.
Unfortunately, person A and person B are about to, in all of their drama queen glory, set upon the high seas on a boat. That's right, all that insanity locked away in the middle of an ocean. I think it's funny, too. I suppose it's only funny because I won't be on that boat. If I were, I would be the first one overboard. Again, my only regret is that I cannot send a TV crew in my stead to air the insanity for huge profit.
America would love it.
Anyway, compliment time: Boyfriend, despite all of the hectic jumbling of this move and the stress that has me whipped into something just short of a frenzy, is still calm and hasn't jumped off into the deep end.
P.S. There is exactly one month until my birthday! What are you going to get me? Want a hint: I would like some peace, some quiet, a fine bottle of fruity white wine, a cool breeze and the day off.
I'm betting $10 I'll spend the day hauling someone else's shit to an apartment probably located in the most remote part of the city. Oh, goody!
But, that's really the issue. When person A has an issue with person B that rolls into a mutual "no talking" situation, both people should know why. In all probability, were person B (in this case, my mother) empathetic or maybe able to listen, person B would be able to understand and fully reason out why person A is upset. In this case, person B has a well-documented past of hearing, but not listening and completely lacking any empathy necessary to properly execute a relationship with anyone who is not an extension of her own being (see: anyone in the world with the exception of her husband).
Now, in this case, I can't speak with certainty about the issues that Person A has with Person B, but I do know there are inferiority complexes running around like and infestation of termites that just keep eating away at the structures in relationships. Give that, in this case, person A and person B have been set up to compete with one another since birth, these complexes have essentially been shot up with large doses of steroids and given machetes.
My only guess is that the current person A has made the same efforts as I made when I was person A: that is, my Aunt has probably explained her issues to my mother or at least had an all-out brawl that made the problems obvious.
And now, after all of that, if person B cannot identify what the problem is, person B has severely insulted person A. In my opinion, person A has the right to label person B any number of obscene names and continue to shut person B out of his/her life.
Unfortunately, person A and person B are about to, in all of their drama queen glory, set upon the high seas on a boat. That's right, all that insanity locked away in the middle of an ocean. I think it's funny, too. I suppose it's only funny because I won't be on that boat. If I were, I would be the first one overboard. Again, my only regret is that I cannot send a TV crew in my stead to air the insanity for huge profit.
America would love it.
Anyway, compliment time: Boyfriend, despite all of the hectic jumbling of this move and the stress that has me whipped into something just short of a frenzy, is still calm and hasn't jumped off into the deep end.
P.S. There is exactly one month until my birthday! What are you going to get me? Want a hint: I would like some peace, some quiet, a fine bottle of fruity white wine, a cool breeze and the day off.
I'm betting $10 I'll spend the day hauling someone else's shit to an apartment probably located in the most remote part of the city. Oh, goody!
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