“You still don’t get it.”
A simple sentence but one that smacks of disappointment and frustration.
And inevitably, I fling this one-liner at whoever is in my line of fire after one of my Dysthymic episodes brought on by too much activity and not enough rest.
It’s my last comment as I leave the room. Way to end on a high note, Christine.
I use it the minute I realize that my venting about how I feel and what I need hasn’t quite registered with the magnitude I feel I’m due. ( Wow. Reading these words back as I type, smarts, if you must know.)
And this one sentence has the power to make it about them, when really, it’s about me. Or maybe it’s the other way around…
All I know is that in my search for complete understanding, regardless of the other person’s attempts to, I’m left wondering why it feels like no one gets it.