He: You don’t complain enough.
She: Complaining is a waste of time. Isn’t it?
He: Not if you let people walk all over you. You let people walk all over you. You don’t complain enough.
She: Okay. Well, I would like to insert a possible complaint here now then to you.
He: (Grins but isn’t really sure he should be, you can tell by the grin)
She: Are you saying I let you walk all over me?
He: No (really grinning now), I didn’t mean me. I meant your friends, your landlord, your service providers, your ex, you don’t say anything to them, you just let them walk all over you.
She: (Grinning and meaning it because she knows why she loves this guy more and more.)
(He’s right, I never ask for help, I hate to ask for help and when friends refuse help if I do summon the courage to ask, I feel ashamed I asked so I don’t ask again. The problem: I am so tired and so overwhelmed with PTSD symptoms, I cannot even bother to complain of anything anymore… What once was a problem of “worthiness” is now a problem of “weariness.” If I can’t just type a few words to address the matter – whatever it may be at that moment – then it just goes unaddressed. Usually. In terms of healthy relationship boundaries, I would have to agree, ‘he’ is right on this one where I am concerned. Learning, learning, learning as I grow…) Photo credit: Wikipedia