I also grew up with the extremely misguided idea that if I acquiesced to someone else's viewpoint or acknowledged that they were right in a personal argument, then I had "lost." I was caving in and had no spine.
OMG! This is my husband's family! Arguments with them were operatic epics, and they were baffled by me because my family style was icy Yankee disdain. Displeasure was shown by failure to engage, not by whanging the saucepans at each other.
Now, how do I resolve this after 23 years of marriage to a man who fails to see that challenging his worldview is a sign of love?
You know what's nummy? When a cat who has been snuggled up on a heat grate, comes to snuggle up on you after the furnace has stopped blowing the warm air.
I declare nummy warm kitty hugs to all who want them!
I. HATE. Fucking. DRAMA.
Oh, yeah. I am quite tired of being told I can't possibly be excited because I am not jumping up and down and waving my arms. I'm obviously not upset because I'm not screaming. Meltdowns don't serve any useful purpose for me, and witnessing them upsets me more than I apparently am able to express.
Whang a saucepan at him?
Hee. But against my nature. Today a saucepan, tomorrow the steak knives. I have problems with escalation.
{{shir}} I'm glad your great-uncle's passing was peaceful.
