In which I resent other people's helplessness and unreliability, along with my own.
For so, so long, that I tried to be so independent as possible. Every advice is either useless generic abstract, dismissive, or outright inaccessible.
If only I can just... Leave. Alone. And go no contact. Live my life.
Be free of them. And them of me.
Why being grateful is utterly hard for me?
It's because none of them changed my life for the better.
They can shelter, they can be so lenient. They can only just stand me. Being vulnerable, being helpless, being dependent.
But grant me the real freedom that I really want? Actually listen to me and say where I could get it? No.
Love and willful as they are, but still helpless... Still ignorant. Still do not get it.
Usually, a person would've been so grateful. Happy. Being allowed to be vulnerable, open, helpless. Whatever.
Why am I not?
Was it because I'm too demanding?
Not really.
I do not ask much.
I have the means if they don't. It's more like they do not let me, they do not listen. I'm stuck not being alone.
Because "it's all they knew". I hate it. I hate them.