We all have them. We think we see something clearly and then, something comes out from nowhere and it hits us like a ton of bricks. Blindspot.
Some people have blindspots when it comes to their own family members. To them, their family members can do no wrong. Others are at fault for doing this, that or the other but if their own son or wife does the same thing, then it’s ok. The rationale is that for their own family members, the good in that individual outweighs whatever weakness they may have.
I write this because I am disappointed that the person you think is your defender, your knight in shining armor turns out to be the one who minimizes your feelings and not only does he not bother defending you, he also takes the side of his own, yup you guessed it, family members. I am always wrong and they are always right. If they back-bite me, the response is ‘you must excuse her’….but if I choose to rattle of my own steam at his family’s harsh treatment of me, then it’s shame on me.
I always knew I was an outsider but thanks to the recent turn of events, I now know for certain that he has never for one second regarded me as anything more than just that – an outsider. Some people are good with words and say things to achieve their objectives. I am once again a succor for kind words and fell for the bait of words meant to sweep one of one’s feet such that one’s mental faculty becomes impermeable to facts.
Actually, it’s not all that surprising. When someone treats you with so little respect by not acknowledging your role in his life, then why would you ever expect that person to go the extra mile to defend your honor? He will let others trample on you, insult you, be rude to you and not even blink an eye much less shudder at the horrible way you are being treated. I guess between blood and water, blood definitely runs thicker.
I tell myself, The One, will not let people treat me with disrespect without intervening and standing up for me. The One would acknowledge me among the people rather than pretend that I am nothing to him. The One would care about my feelings more that the feelings of others around him. The One certainly would not yell at me and ignore my words and shrug of the hurt I feel inside. I am sad that you are not The One. Will I ever find The One? Hopefully, I will be able to see clearer in the future and find The One, and not be prone to blind-spots introduced by kind words that intoxicate.
