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Originally Posted by TishaBuv
My friend knew she went beyond the line, but she never had any respect for acknowledging any line whatsoever! I’d tell her, ‘Whatever thought pops into your head is what blurts out your mouth.’ She refused to hold anything back saying that’s who she is and she won’t tolerate “walking on eggshells” with me (as though I was way too sensitive). The things I let her get away with saying and didn’t get mad are astounding. The line she finally crossed was just way too far beyond what anyone would have allowed.
But, it seems you had a pretty healthy relationship with your friend until this fallout. She wanted to vent about her husband and you said you didn’t want to hear it. She must have not liked having her source of listener cut off and boundary set, so she went off on you in anger- yes, narcissistic.
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Okay, Tish, sometimes I am just blinded by your brilliance. What you have pointed out is...we have grown. We have grown to the point where we MUST set boundaries. And that's...uncomfortable and awkward...maybe, for us. But it's a damn good sign...of growth.
I once read that...you know you've set a boundary...because...someone will be angry.
So it is like we have put up with these big babies for years...and suddenly we can't anymore. My friend wasn't mean...but she was always very high maintenance. Like the princess who couldn't sleep because a pea was under her mattress.
Actually...that was my ex, too. I always called him a Prima Dona. Everything had to be...a certain way. He would refuse to eat a meal if I didn't "season" it correctly. A vacation would be ruined because of too much traffic. I used to tell him he was "girlish" -- but I think he remarried someone the same. My son would complain to me that before he finished eating they would whip his plate away and start washing it. He couldn't eat a cookie in the living room...because of...crumbs. Thank God I allowed my son to breathe and create big messes. He is an artist. He still creates messes..but now he makes money doing it.
It's all about control.
Well, I am glad we are becoming incapable of being controlled.
Better to be wildly old and messy. If I become homeless I think I will just get a tent and live out in the forest for a few months. (Would need a gun...mountain lions
) I desperately need a retreat or a vision quest or something.