Monologue About Relationships

I feel hurt, sad, rejected, and disrespected when you ignore me or ask me to leave your room, the family room, or the kitchen and/or shut up and/or don’t want any contact with me or to talk to or with me. I feel like I don’t understand you or what you find bothersome or what I can do to improve our relationship. I would appreciate you informing me what I am doing that bothers you and/or what I can do, besides having no interaction with you.

If I suggest that you do something, e.g., eat, do homework, get ready for bed, I feel that you deliberately won’t do those things out of spite for me. I feel that you don’t want to do what I ask, even when it would make sense to do it. I feel that you are angry and hostile towards me and what I ask of you. You argue with me and I don’t get the feeling that you try to understand, appreciate, or acknowledge my point of view. I feel helpless.

I wonder why you go out of your way to say hurtful things to me. For example, two days before you left for Pacific Quest, when I told you that I wouldn’t tell your most recent boyfriend’s parents that he could spend the night in your room, I recall you saying that you would never talk to me again and that you hated me.

I feel that you try to provoke me by arguing or disagreeing with me and you are rude to me. You complain about food that I get or
I wonder why your white blouse was on the floor in the dining room. I worry about what happened when you came home to pick some art supplies and spent the night when Dad, Louis, and I were out of town. I suspect that you came home to be intimate with a boy, not to pick up the book and art supplies as you had told