Being Used

I hate being used. I hate opening my life, my children’s lives and my home to people who turn around and throw it all back in your face.

I hate people who take, take, take and there’s no giving unless it suits them, or people who give and then remind you of it later. ”I bought food for your children”……wow, you offered and hey, didn’t you stay free of charge in my house for a month…..?

I hate people who invite you into their home because they happen to be at a loose end that night and then appear all magnanimous about inviting you…..into ‘their’ home…..

I hate a lack of respect for your elders. No matter how close you are to a person, age should have respect and when that is lost, everything goes down the drain. You don’t use the ‘F’ word to an aunt for example, you don’t insult your uncle’s wife, do you?

I hate women who think they can discipline your child by hitting him, when they have only just met him…….that could be a judicial issue…..and may be sorted out soon.

I hate lies- not little everyday lies, but major misleading , huge deception… the kind of lies that get other people into trouble, or get  workmates reported, misrepresenting a situation to get people on your side when there was no real problem to begin with…..

I’m angry today, and it’s not at Patrick- he’s a pussycat really. But today I am  angrier  than I have been in a long time and well, that’s all.