Starting to feel pretty sure going to therapy is like playing with a Ouija board, in which whatever entity has pissed you off so bad that spending $140 cash money to bitch to a stranger seems like a reasonable option, is drawn back into your realm. Before therapy, I was reasonably unpestered by the excommunicated relative (ER). Like, months on end of peaceful non-contact. Since I’ve started therapy, ER has changed his email (thus eluding my spam folder) and forwarded chain letters.
They say stuff like, “FORWARD if you LOVE GOD, Don’t FORWARD if you HATE America!”
Which always kind of makes me laugh, because I like to think this person is so stupid he believes the power of the forwarded chain mail will force me to do his bidding. This dipshit is dead to me, but I must obey the chain mail for fear of heavenly retribution. Oh noes. He wins, I guess. Nope, wait. Spam folder.
His spouse apparently butt dialed me and left a long message on my voice mail of butt-muffled conversation.
His spouse sent a bunch of toys to my kids, via a mutual friend. I told the friend I didn’t want them, but friend ‘forgot’ them when she left. Which I kind of think was an honest mistake, but is annoying because now I have to deal with it the extra step of dumping cootie-covered ass box at a donation center.
ER & Spouse have some travel plans that super coincidentally put them in the same town as us on a couple separate occasions.
So I dunno. Am quite happy to freeze them out forever or until they give up, but it takes a surprising amount of energy to have them intruding into my space. And, it feels like I called them in by talking about them in therapy, which I know that sounds crazy, but generally, my jimmies are rustled and I can’t quite get soothed these days. So here are some tunes I like because I will create my own safe place, damn it, just like my therapist says I can. And here it is.
NSFW video, butt
Ignore them. Put the sh-t in the trash bin. You are in control of this matter. Let it go. (I won’t go on about my nightmare last night of space alien women with blue eyes and ears like green birch leaves coopting my dad from spaceships. Seriously, you are so more stable than this one reader.)
OH, I SO understand this. It’s exhausting to muster the energy to purposefully ignore someone. They oftentimes manage to seep in when one relaxes for a moment.
Sending you fortifying mental stones to help construct your safe place.
Excellent musical choices with two new to me, thanks for the shares. I’ve been obsessively listening to the Milk Carton Kids for at least a month now while holed up in my isolation room drawing stuff. It’s the only way to stay sane at the moment. Planets and stuff all wacky, best to keep your head down and the shield up. A pox on the intruding exer’s who need a hex upon them. If I find a good one, I’ll let you know asap. In the meantime, sally forth like you don’t give a s*t. xoxo
Good grief … you are not alone! Just google “how to block someone from your life” and “hex to banish bad energy” or “hex to banish a curse” for an array of options. Also, consider referring to said person/s by a code word – best to avoid invoking the presence. I don’t believe but I don’t not believe; perhaps we carry ancient mysteries and histories forward for good reason.
Ugh I wish I had advice for you on this. Dealt with a similar issue all summer and I ended up straight up reaming the person out because they would.not.leave.me.alone. I felt better but it involved engaging them which also felt like I gave in. SO yeah, sympathize majorly. Boundaries.