Posted by ClearSkies on July 12, 2006, at 6:53:40
In reply to I've had enough, posted by clearskies on June 30, 2006, at 7:17:39
I've been home for less than a week, but I still have knots of anger over how I reacted to my sister's behaviours. She knows how to push ALL my buttons - heck, she installed 'em. Even though I journalled throughout the trip, providing a place for my feelings to land, it seems that I have more yet to unload.
My back still aches. I know it's just not the recovery from a 3,000 mile drive that ails it, but my resentments and frustration. Why does my sister keep trying to make me into someone I'm not? Why did I feign agreement to keep the trip calm, instead of standing up for myself every time she baited me? There was so much that happened that I haven't been able to let go of.
That after virtually all of my travel bottles of toiletries leaked, my sister didn't offer me the use of her full-size, high-quality products - and we weren't staying in the caliber of motels and hotels that provide more than a sliver of nasty soap. I was allowed to dash into a drugstore to replentish what had been decanted into my suitcase, while she sat with the car running, waiting for me.
That her newfound dietary restrictions - she's trying to go without dairy *and* wheat at the same time - made every stop along the highways for food an excrutiating experience. She didn't want to take burgers apart to eat the bits she could, she didn't want to eat the salads... she made herself the drama queen of every reststop.
I deal with my own food restriction (I can't eat corn or corn products) that narrow my menu choices too. I adapt my needs to what's available to me. I don't make a dramatic scene about it. I would not decide to begin the exercise at the start of a week-long road trip. As it is she didn't feel any apparent relief from what I witnessed; her digestive complaints accompanied us the whole time.The dog, the dog, the dog. Poor thing just wants to be treated like a canine, and not like a child. He'd turn into 50 lbs of limp spaghetti when being coaxed out of the car by her when he didn't want to go; yet he responded well to my firm voice and commands. Tell me who the master is! All I did was watch that Dog Whisperer TV show, and he seemed to be grateful for it.
It goes on and on. Like I say, this is really petty stuff for me to be getting so riled up about. I want to cast away these complaints I have, that cling like so many thistles to me.
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