I'm too sensitive. I agonise and over-analyse anything and everything.
For example, I had some house insulation fitted yesterday and the installers needed to talk to next door (it's a semi-detached house), and he apparently was quite rude to them. Said they wouldn't have to ask him for access to his side of the house "if SHE hadn't had the fucking conservatory built so fucking big and so close".
So, now I'm dreading seeing my neighbour. Instead of just thinking, I applied for planning permission, he had chance to object, he didn't, I have my conservatory. It's his problem, etc, etc.
My BIL recently made a pass at me and I didn't have the guts to tell him to away. I just kissed him back and have since felt bloody awful about the situation.
My ex-husband walks all over me. Doesn't see the kids for weeks then asks to see them at short notice. Predictably, it's Fathers Day this weekend so he's deigned to see them. Any other time, he doesn't bother. But, because he's asked and it's Fathers Day, I'll give in rather than tell him to fuck off. If he can't be bothered every weekend, why bother this weekend.
What I say in my head and what comes out of my mouth are two different things.
Like I say, I need to grow a pair. Rant over. No need for replies, just a vent I suppose.
Thank youuuuuuu!