mowing the moon

mowing the moon

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Blow Your Trumpet

Ever had friends that just loves themselves to bits? oh! I made the sun! The moon kinda fell out of my butthole. Everything is about them.
But as I face reality, the truth seems to be whoever blows the trumpet first. That becomes the truth. And if disputed, the disputer ends up becoming the glory hunter.

And I live with someone like that. It's always their credit, their effort. So oblivious to everyone else's role. And today when I raise the issue upm the reaction I get was to apologise and turn away. What kind of apology is that? She does not even want to acknowledge my pain or anguish. Because it is not worth her time or effort. She claims each time we quarrel she has to initiate the make up first.
But it's never like this! I get so frustrated whenever I think about this. I had to compromise EVERY SINGLE TIME.

Everytime she runs away from the issue I die a little inside. And she continues thinking she have to lower herself to apologise to me. She can do no wrong, there's always a reason or an excuse.

But I am not worthy of that priviledge. If i commit a wrong, it will be why can't I put myself in her shoes and think about how she feels. In fact it's in every situation.Regardless if I am unhappy about something. It's still about her feelings. I can't have any feelings.

Sometimes I wonder why I put so much effort. So much white lies to cover for her. All I get  always a stab in the back with no credit. Every achievement is hers and every mistake is mine.