I love my family, and they are great. I just wish I could handle them better. There was one really great line in "Winter's Bone" which I watched the other day, something about the dad being an informant: "he didn't and he didn't and he didn't, and then one day, he did..." That's not an accurate quote but I feel like that about snapping at my family. I can handle it, I can handle it, I don't mind the backseat driving and constant correction...and then I do, and I lose it, and I regret it.
Because all I want them to know is that I love them, not that they also make me want to tear my hair out.
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