Things are resolved this morning. Apologies were made and his/her versions of everything were addressed. I wonder to myself if I was wrong to post an email from him. I don't know. Living with someone who generally treats me like an unwanted houseguest in my own home often makes me wonder if I'm hearing things that aren't there, if I'm reading the ugliness into his words and actions. So much of his cutting and hurting me has been about the undercurrent, about the thing that you can't find when you look for it and try to say "see, here it is...this is the treble hook in my skin." I despise passive aggressive behavior. It's crazymaking.
But there are two of us here and we both do right and wrong to each other. I am certainly no sainted martyr, as a friend plainly pointed out to me on the phone recently. It was uncomfortable to be reminded of that. I'd grown so used to playing one in real life. My hands are not entirely clean. I can live with that. People's hands rarely are.
So was I wrong to post the email? I guess that answer is that it doesn't matter. I know I did it because I was hurting so much that I wanted to break that silence, to show a bit of the sick flesh that's been so close to the bone around here lately. I wanted someone to see what hurt me and recognize it so I could be sure it was real. Not the high road, I know. I don't always take the high road. I still have mixed feelings about what I did, but I'm going to leave the post as it is. It's done, whether I erase it or not. In that, I suppose that LiveJournal is very much like real life.
But there are two of us here and we both do right and wrong to each other. I am certainly no sainted martyr, as a friend plainly pointed out to me on the phone recently. It was uncomfortable to be reminded of that. I'd grown so used to playing one in real life. My hands are not entirely clean. I can live with that. People's hands rarely are.
So was I wrong to post the email? I guess that answer is that it doesn't matter. I know I did it because I was hurting so much that I wanted to break that silence, to show a bit of the sick flesh that's been so close to the bone around here lately. I wanted someone to see what hurt me and recognize it so I could be sure it was real. Not the high road, I know. I don't always take the high road. I still have mixed feelings about what I did, but I'm going to leave the post as it is. It's done, whether I erase it or not. In that, I suppose that LiveJournal is very much like real life.
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Once something is written and is given to you, it's pretty much fair game. It's not fair perhaps, but that's the way it is. As Adrienne Rich wrote "Everything we write will be used against us".
As for the passive aggressive behavior...I have been dealing with that from my recent ex for the past six months, so I know WELL how irritating it can be. I'm a blunt and up front sort of person. If you have a problem with me, talk to me...say it out loud and call me a bitch...but don't do stupid little petty things to get back at me while saying everything is ok. I HATE that shit. It got to the point where I just wanted to punch him. That's why I told you not to kill anyone :)
Just keep reminding yourself that it will all be over soon and this will all be a distant memory.
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i left you a message on your cell phone. **sigh** check your messages, woman!
**hugs**
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speaking as someone whose exroommate did a pretty enthusiastic smear job on her, i still say vent away. sometimes wounds need to be exposed to air to heal, sometimes the bitter things need to be spat out rather than swallowed.
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Hang in there... it'll all be over soon.
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in either case, posting about it was better than beating the shit out of him, yesterday. ;-)
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But we all have to make up our own minds about how we want to use the medium.
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It's strange, but I think that keeping my journal almost entirely public has really brought a new level of honesty to both my life and my writing.
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I feel the same way, Cate.
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