Over the years I started noticing behaviors of other people and what they mean.
Often times, people start considering me to be absolutely bat shit with my predictions of what a specific person means and why they act a certain way toward me. I'm excellent at decoding cryptic messages that are about me, made by people that I know in real life, mostly.
This is what happens after a few people consider me insane: They're proven wrong.
When I moved in with my boyfriend and his crazy mother, he never suspected that she was abusive or malicious. Until she attacked me. I first started telling him why some of his family gave me dirty looks at holidays or parties. I wondered why, these people who don't even know me were glaring at me as if I stole the last chicken wing from the table.
I shrugged it off and thought they were just being a crazy judgmental tight knit family. It is kind of hard to find a family who won't be jerks at first, they seem to be very protective often.
No, there was more to it than this. I knew something was going on. Later, I found out that his mother had been complaining about me. Weird, inaccuracy. It was pure utter bullshit. I had stepped into a land mine full of gossiping bored, bitter women. SHIT. My boyfriend found out later and now, he has disowned them all for treating me like horse shit.
It's happening again, only with his dad. For some reason, these people seem to think I'm godzilla, breathing fire and destroying the town. I don't see it. I don't buy it and I hope he is doing a lot of thinking about what I've said. I know when there are people who are close to me, preparing to betray me. This is where my intuition at first, makes me look like a person who needs to be on medication, who needs extensive therapy. Though, my therapist told me I have been victimized too much and that I should start standing up for myself.
The reason I ever get so angry is due to the fact that people assume I'm really stupid and insult my intelligence, to assume I don't even know they're being mean behind my back. I do, oh I do but I'm sneaky and I play dumb to get the truth out of them. Then I can wash my hands of them completely.
I know this should have been posted as a blog entry but I want to know how all of you deal with this, or if this has ever happened to you. Similar situations/stories etc. I would love to hear some of your stories.