ok sooo this blog this may be a bad idea for me. i love typing journal type things, but ive never actually kept a journal. Tonite i have a story a little more on the serious side, although i know it is out of character... So here's my story:
The weekend before last, i went out to ferntucky (fernley) to take pics of the motorcyle race out there. and we made a big plan for my brother to come out and bring is trailer so we could camp (we is me, my bro, kylie, and her little bro). So i call him saterday morning and he tells me he may not come out because he is buying a truck. soooo i got a little upset, because here i was the day of the race, and gonna have to go back home and not camp now. so i called my dad. he said that steve (my bro) would be out there it would just be later after he got his truck. ok. no prob. but as the day goes on, i didnt know the status, matt (kylies bro) was waiting at home for steve to pick him up....we called him a few more times to see the status of him comming out, what time when if how why etc...so to make a long story short, he got frustrated by the 10 phone calls that day and decided not to come out at all. AHHH wanted to scream, but thank GOD for my roommate, she turned it into a positive, we came home and then went out golfing, had a good time just hanging out. (and matt came up with another one of his friends). So i was a little mad, but i got over it, no sense in staying mad.
today was the first time i've talked to my parents and brother since, and went i went down to their house i was chewed out for being in the wrong and for being selfish in my thoughts that saterday. i really dont feel like i was, but finally ended up frustrated and tried to end the conversation with i dont care, im sorry i'm sure i am a little in the wrong....blah blah blah. (im sure with a little attitude, ill admit it) so it ended with my mom (really step mom, really confusing...i dont expect anyone to understand) saying i was selfish, and compared me to my real mom (i dont get along with my real mom at all, and well i dont think very highly of her at times, although our relationship is getting better slowly)
so my point to this blog, is what to do now. do i suck it up, appologize for something i dont feel i am wrong for? Do i wait for my family to come around to me?? Even my dad is upset at me and that is a first for me ever. im just a little unraveled by this, but again, thanks tp kylie i can sleep in good spirits. I thank God for her everyday.
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...i know in football that it's usually the guy who throws the second punch that gets penalized...too many times we get judged as being "wrong" because we react in a normal fashion when we're mistreated...this is a tough one.
My opinion--if your brother made a commitment to you and then later decided to buy a truck, he is the one who is in the wrong. He should have planned to buy the truck on a different day or else called you in advance and bowed out instead of making plans on the spur of the moment and leaving you hanging. I don't think you were out of line to be upset.
Personally, it sounds like blame-shifting on the part of your family and doesn't sound like a healthy interaction. It may be difficult for you to establish a boundary here because they may not be used to you standing up for yourself and refusing to be intimidated. There may be unpleasant repercussions if you do so. On the other hand, if you don't the same type of situation and attitudes will surely come up again in a different way.
thanks guys for your views, sometimes its hard to step out of the box and look at it from a different view. im always a little scared of being in the wrong, and not knowing it. Thanks again
Saturday is spelt just like that, SatUrday...but I know how things go when it comes to buying a car and having plans...you just go to "look" at cars, and then they're like, "well let me just see what we can do to get you in this car today" and you think you'll be there for like 10 min and next thing you know its been 3 hours...I don't know
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