I Statements

I started this blog to document my relationship with K and the time apart. Then I lost interest, got lazy, didn’t know what to write about. What is the cure for this kind of writer’s block? A job you are growing to dislike more everyday and a manager that has no ethical boundaries. Today’s post is going to be a bit detail oriented and brought to you by the letter “I” as in I-Statements.

I first heard of I statements back in high school, in home economics class. Since then, they have followed me throughout different positions and through professional development courses and graduate school. I thought I’d combine some I statements with how I’m really feeling right now.

I feel annoyed when you call me at 1:38 a.m. in response to my message at 9 p.m. to tell me you are going to get pizza with your friend-that’s-screwing-a-lesbian-while-his-baby-mama-is-away-on-business friend.

I don’t like you very much when I think about all the shit I put up with and you can’t even send a mofu ‘love letter’. Not one in 393 days. You suck. For clarification, “you suck” is not an I statement, but a “true feeling.”

I feel cheated when you spend time and energy and resources on that stupid mofu van. It’s a damn van that you can’t even use now. Good thing you dropped enough money to cover roundtrip airfare on the piece of shit.

I feel insulted when I ask you a question and you refuse to answer it, or tell me ‘it’s a stupid question.’ If I answer your b.s. questions, you can answer mine, Sherlock.

I feel disappointed when birthdays, anniversaries, special occasions roll around. You don’t even try to make these occasions easier to bear apart, or make them in any way special.

I feel sad that I’ve pointed out to you something that I wanted for a long time and you do nothing to make it happen.