My time

Call me selfish, call me whatever you want, how about just don’t call me at all.

Cutting people out of my life has been easy, simple, stress reliever actually. I don’t care who you are, my mother, son, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, whatever. 

If you don’t bring positivity into my world, you no longer belong in my world. 

It may get lonely in the beginning, but lonely is better than being manipulated. Not everyone knows they are manipulating others, like kids pick up on it, try it and if it works they will keep doing it. As they grow older, they should learn that honesty is better than just getting your way, at least I did not sure how exactly.

For example, Mason is fourteen and waited until the last minute to do his project. He came to me right before bed for “my help”. I had seen Matt “help” him last year with his projects and knew this was a manipulation tactic. I do believe a fourteen year old knows how manipulation works, he’s been watching his mother manipulate everyone around her his whole life.

All three kids have that manipulation personality, that doesn’t come on its own, it’s taught. 

When I say it’s taught, I mean that you choose to be manipulative as you get older. Matts boys are old enough to understand and see it, but they still try it on me. What they don’t see is how it affects me personally. Having to tell Mason “no” gave me an anxiety attack. I had asked him in the beginning of the week if he had homework, he said no. For him to bring it to me right before bed the day before its due, while his dad wasn’t home, meant he forgot or thought I would do it for him. I stood my ground and told him no, in reality I was saying “no, I’m not allowing you to manipulate me into doing your project for you.” 

But why should we get into Matt and his kids? He literally just moved out two days ago with no explanation. Let’s back up a bit and explain in detail how I saw all the signs and ignored them, I guess that’s my thing. (Insert eye-roll here) Matt was, and still is, being controlled by his ex-wife, the cunt. No, I refuse to mention her name, she’s not worth mentioning by name so I can refer to her as “cunt”. For the next two and a half years, Matt and I try to have a life and family, we loved each other, or so I thought.