ugh. so chris and i may be moving to the Netherlands soon for a new job for him. It’s a great opportunity as it’s his dream job and should pay enough so that I can afford to not work if I’m still too sick/crazy. However my parents have been bitching about it the whole time and basically are saying that either chris is selfish or we’re stupid and haven’t considered shit. So I’m now going to rant about it.
Parents: “I don’t think you’ve considered or understand the effect this will have on your health”
Yes, please, assume I’m an idiot. I don’t think about these things, you know, all the time.
Parents: “Just wait until your medication makes everything better, then you can do what you want”
uh, bipolar medication doesn’t work that way. it’s not a cure, it just *might* make *some* of the symptoms *LESS* awful
Parents: “I think Chris needs to consider you rather than his career”
I AM THE THING THAT HE’S CONSIDERING, THAT’S WHY HE’S GETTING THE JOB. SAY MY HUSBAND ISN’T CONSIDERING ME ONE MORE TIME AND I WILL RIP YOUR FACE OFF WITH MY TEETH.
Parents: It’s just a bad time and irresponsible to do this now.
You mean the whole moving whilst one of you is mentally ill thing? the thing that you did when you were my age? that thing?
Parents: “I really hope that Chris doesn’t get this job, I think that would be best”
Did you SERIOUSLY just say that?
Parents: “Why are you getting so upset? Tell us what’s wrong. [me: explains] …yeah but I don’t think you’ve considered… [start at beginning again]”
Parents: Brings the whole argument up again at every time they speak to me
Parents: “Why aren’t you answering my calls?”
Maybe cause you keep talking to me like I’m a brain dead four year old?
Parents: Lets themselves into your house without invitation, without asking or giving prior warning. “Yeah, but I think we need to talk about this Netherlands thing again”
Why did you show up IN MY HOUSE to argue with me?
Me: “I don’t think this conversation is going anywhere, I appreciate that you’re worried but perhaps can we stop discussing it? It’s upsetting.”
Parents: “We’re just worried about you! Also you haven’t considered X, Y and Z and-“
in conclusion, the whole situation has reduced me to this:
And I’m surrounded by all of this insulting overbearing rudeness, but I call elke up and I get this:
And this is why I love my Elke, she actually understands me. And isn’t, you know, awful to me.