My Perfect Life

If any of you have a drunkard (oops, I'm sorry... an alcoholic) in your family, you may have experienced the "I'm gonna call you on the phone one thousand times in a row and give you a piece of my mind" syndrome. I had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of one of these episodes today just before I left for work. This time, the "one thousand phone calls" episode was combined with the all too common "I'm not messed up, YOU'RE messed up/It's all your fault" technique. Now, to be honest, I could not tell if this family member was drunk at the time of the one thousand phone calls, but at this point I just assume it's the case, even if it is only 8 am. This most recent episode involved this certain family member checking to see if I changed my mind about not approving of the heinous and gross sins that this family member has chosen to live in. When I reiterated that I have not changed my mind about that, the costumary insults and hurtful remarks came at me (note: not all customs are good). One remark that was made was "I'm glad your life is so perfect." I wanted so much to reply, "and thank you for doing your best to add to my perfect life," but I refrained. Perfect life, huh? Don't get me started. It's far from perfect. I have my own sin, regret, pain, emptiness, failures, and all that jazz to deal with. Don't tell me about my perfect life, especially while you're so active in attempting to destroy it. I initially wrote more, but decided to delete it and end the post right here. You shouldn't let people know everything you're thinking.