I still never fully understood why my aunt never let me play with my friend.
I was a child. I grew up without playing with anyone outside of school. When I was over at my auntie's house, I had a friend who lived a 30 or 40 second walk from my aunt's house, but she never allowed me to go over her house to play with her because, as she claimed, "If you want to go over there, you should ask your mother, since you're her child." Even adult me still didn't see a problem with myself going over there.
And when I asked my mother, she didn't have the gas to keep going to that side of town.
This is the same auntie who doesn't know the difference between reason and excuse. I can't defend myself from shit without her accusing me of making excuses. Most of those "excuses" are true.
This is the same auntie who tells me stories of people who has been through worse than me, whenever I'm ranting to her about my depression. She's basically telling me to suck it up.
I can't bring up my ADHD and depression to her because she'll just accuse me of "blaming on your disorder" and "making excuses."
*Sigh* But I can make conversation with her about things that doesn't concern me, without a problem.
Oh well...
And when I asked my mother, she didn't have the gas to keep going to that side of town.
This is the same auntie who doesn't know the difference between reason and excuse. I can't defend myself from shit without her accusing me of making excuses. Most of those "excuses" are true.
This is the same auntie who tells me stories of people who has been through worse than me, whenever I'm ranting to her about my depression. She's basically telling me to suck it up.
I can't bring up my ADHD and depression to her because she'll just accuse me of "blaming on your disorder" and "making excuses."
*Sigh* But I can make conversation with her about things that doesn't concern me, without a problem.
Oh well...