I suppose my reluctance to get on with female kind is down to my mum in parts. She spoke to you on the phone for over an hour, I am lucky if I get over a minute on the phone. When I go round, it's still the same as when I was young. I do all the talking and have to initiate the conversation. At least we aren't fighting any more. Which counts for something. I get the odd question thrown my way. But I am fine not being quizzed since I am like a nomad when it comes to work.
Yes I know, changing habits of a life time aren't going to happen overnight. But for brief moments I do wonder why they chose me to be the scapegoat and how everyone just followed and fell into step. I don't have anyone to speak to thanks to my mum's antics growing up. Thanks for nothing . I know my brother and his family care about me of course. And my parents do and just had funny ways of showing it, due to their own up bringings. Things are ok the way they are. So digging up the dead wood will just do more harm than good.
Paddy, should try a mile in my shoes then she would know what reality feels like. To have people say straight to your face you are jealous when that couldn't be further from the truth. To start to believe all the lies because you hear them over and over. Maybe it is me who is wrong,when In actual fact, I am the only one who tries to do what is right. And I need to push for the serenity to accept things I cannot change.