Why? Why MUST people insist on arguing with every single word I say? And by people, I mean my mom and 6-year-old son.
I know what you’re gonna say, especially if you know my situation. Mom has Dementia and my son IS only 6 years old, that’s what they do. That’s totally not the point here. The point is … I’m sick of being argued with.
In fact, I’m sick of a whole lotta things, but the arguments and “back-talk”, the constant contradictions are taking their toll on me. To see life in their eyes, I’m an idiot and don’t know anything. I’m just stupid. Whatever I say, even if it’s an answer to a question that THEY ask ME, I still get argued with. “What color is that?” “It’s Black.” “No it ain’t, it’s White.”
I completely understand that my momma can’t help it. I understand that she doesn’t understand what she’s seein’, doin’ or sayin’ most of the time. I understand that she sees things that aren’t there. I understand that when she has a dream, it’s real to her.
It has gotten to the point that nothing I say or do consoles or satisfies her. I tell her she’s arguing with me and she argues that she’s not arguing. In turn, I start gettin’ upset and much more nervous and very soon I’m to the point that I can take no more and my perception of the world changes drastically.
My 6-year-old is another story altogether. Don’t go and get me wrong here, I love my boys with everything in me and I know that boys are gonna be boys. I used to be one. It’s true, I remember it.
I’m sure that most all parents that are reading this will know exactly what I’m talking about here. When a 50-year-old man tells a 6-year-old boy to do something, or to STOP doin’ something then the 6-year-old should, by all rights and means, do it or stop doin’ it, considerin’ the situation at hand.
Nope, not MY boy, oh no. All I get is a constant argument, and the sad part is, once I get it through to his still developing brain, he will STILL argue with me, just using different words, as if by stating something in a different way, it completely changes the context of the argument.
By the time that I’m about to lose my mind, usually momma will ask me something and then I’ve got TWO arguments goin’ at the same time.
This morning was awful. I seriously wanted mom’s aide to get here. I was going to leave for a while, just get my nerves settled, take a little bit of me time, you know, to just calm down, get everything back into perspective.
She quit this morning. Mom’s aide. She quit. Out of the blue. No reason, no advanced warning, no nothing. Just a text sayin’ how she hated to do it but she wasn’t going to be able to work anymore and she was, get this, sorry.
That apology did me a hell of a lot of good. Yes sir, that I’m sorry just lifted my spirits right on up and the world was all rosy again. It was such a fantastic apology that I forgot all of my worries and made the fact that I now had NO help what-so-ever just disappear.
You know what REALLY takes the cake? I have found myself arguing with MYSELF lately. Over stupid stuff too. “Should I eat now?” “No, you’re not hungry right now.” “But I feel hungry.” “That’s just your imagination, you’re not hungry yet.” “Wait, you ARE my imagination.” ” That’s beside the point, you’re still not hungry.”
My life has somehow, and without my permission, I might add, turned into one gigantic, never-ending argument.
Did you know that if you type the word argument enough times it starts looking funny?
So that’s about it. I’ve got an argument about to start so I better stop typin’ and pay close attention so I can get through this one with a smidgen of sanity left.