Thinking about priorities:
I want to tell my story. To tell my story, I need someone to listen.
I want to listen, too. I don’t want to be the only one, talking.
But I have a perspective… what I have to say are not just interruptions to your story! It’s the only way you will ever hear my story.
I know it causes my daughter anxiety to hear about my family.
But she must let me talk about them.
Her father removed them from my life by removing me from them. They are gone now, but their friends are not. The task is not done - and I am not dead.
I can still complete any task I set my mind to - even if it’s telling my story.
I asked a few time in conversation - as I was told that I was interrupting “do I get to tell say my part now?”. The answer was “no”.
I hear you.
There are many way to tell someone that they are not wanted.
And there are many ways to tell someone they are.
I will not be where I am not wanted.
I will not go to where I am not wanted.
I am happy with me - wherever.
If you can not listen, I will write for others instead.
Because my need to tell is not predicated on anyone’s need to listen.
Just because you can’t listen, does not mean that what I say has no value.
You will look for it eventually - and it will be there when you are ready.
Because I love you.
And I am sorry I didn’t understand the benefit of my story for you until now.