huh
Ever since Saturday night when I found out about my sister reading a post and being all upset about it, I have been trying to recall what was in the post. Having just read it, I realized that I did the same thing I always do. I let her make me feel guilty over some imagined slight. I let her manipulate me into feeling like I had said something that crossed the line.
Yesterday I had a moment of clarity. When I first started blogging, I was doing so in secret. She and her husband found my blog because I checked from their computer. I forgot to delete it from the history and my brother-in-law went searching for it. I had asked them not to read, but they did. I thought I could be okay with their ominpotence but in the end, they were saying wildly inappropriate things in places and in front of people that just began to annoy me. Eventually I reasserted my request that they stop reading. Again, after saying they wouldn’t read, they did.
So, here I sat feeling very guilty and in the end, having now gone back and read the post, I can’t believe that I wasted the time and emotion on this whole thing. One of my petpeeves is when people take what I write on my blog and internalize it. I understand the feeling that sometimes someone else’s words are a perfect fit for what you are feeling, but for my sister to take what I wrote about me and make it about her, that just is the last piece of evidence that I need to understand that she is not the type of person that I can have in my life right now.
Mood rating: Blech.