It is difficult to tolerate people who are unbearable but it is even more so when they are family...
Have you ever have the feeling that you do not want to go home, even after one day's hard work and you really need your rest?
Having to go to work to face people who are unreasonably unbearable can be a mental stress. You'll drag your feet to the office each morning, fearing to meet these people.
But work is work. You need only to put on a facade in the office; pretend to be nice and tolerant. Once office hours are over, shed your mask and be yourself. Grumble and complain to your friends or spouse and forget the unbearable times in office.
That's when you forward to a nice quiet house to return to.
But...
Can you imagine having to guess the 'weather' at home?
I can never guess what my mom is thinking. One moment she can be all smiles, and the next moment she can go bongus and start screaming at you.
Already suffering from a headache at work, now the headache is further worsened.
No peace, but in fact, you have to work hard to pacify this mad woman at home.
I live in terror everyday. It gives me so much mental stress and I'm amazed that I did not die from depression.
If my sister is home, the situation gets worst. There will be a yelling match at home. And sometimes there are flying objects as well. If the match is just between those two, it is absolutely fine. I can just hide at one corner and be as anoymous as possible. Problem is - somehow or other, I will get dragged into the match. Then there will be no peace for the night.
I'm basically a peace maker. I try to avoid conflicts at all cost. Living with such a monster for so many years, how can I not understand? But as the years go by, my level of tolerance decreases and I become less patient. I don't want to go through this everyday. It not only affects me and my life, also the people around me. I have no choice, but to wash my dirty linen in public.
After I got married, it was like moving into paradise. No more yelling matches, no more unpredictable weather changes.
But the monster refused to leave me alone. It continues to haunt me in different ways and different methods.
I think, I really must learn how not to succumb to such evilness and maintain my composure. After all, I don't want to end up as a 3rd generation monster. Two generations are more than enough.
Having to go to work to face people who are unreasonably unbearable can be a mental stress. You'll drag your feet to the office each morning, fearing to meet these people.
But work is work. You need only to put on a facade in the office; pretend to be nice and tolerant. Once office hours are over, shed your mask and be yourself. Grumble and complain to your friends or spouse and forget the unbearable times in office.
That's when you forward to a nice quiet house to return to.
But...
Can you imagine having to guess the 'weather' at home?
I can never guess what my mom is thinking. One moment she can be all smiles, and the next moment she can go bongus and start screaming at you.
Already suffering from a headache at work, now the headache is further worsened.
No peace, but in fact, you have to work hard to pacify this mad woman at home.
I live in terror everyday. It gives me so much mental stress and I'm amazed that I did not die from depression.
If my sister is home, the situation gets worst. There will be a yelling match at home. And sometimes there are flying objects as well. If the match is just between those two, it is absolutely fine. I can just hide at one corner and be as anoymous as possible. Problem is - somehow or other, I will get dragged into the match. Then there will be no peace for the night.
I'm basically a peace maker. I try to avoid conflicts at all cost. Living with such a monster for so many years, how can I not understand? But as the years go by, my level of tolerance decreases and I become less patient. I don't want to go through this everyday. It not only affects me and my life, also the people around me. I have no choice, but to wash my dirty linen in public.
After I got married, it was like moving into paradise. No more yelling matches, no more unpredictable weather changes.
But the monster refused to leave me alone. It continues to haunt me in different ways and different methods.
I think, I really must learn how not to succumb to such evilness and maintain my composure. After all, I don't want to end up as a 3rd generation monster. Two generations are more than enough.
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