Sunday, April 18, 2010

Playing the dead baby card

I don't expect everyone to understand me. In life, we all want to be understood and accepted, but I don't find it to be the most important thing in the world anymore. But I am especially peeved when someone tries to pull at my heartstrings or get me to give them consideration they aren't due by playing the Shannon card.

Someone who exists in my universe bizarrely tried to use the memory of my child in order to get me to "let them in." To like them, to allow them access to my life, my family, my heart, in a way that they are not permitted because I simply do not like them. In an effort to overcome my dislike of them, this person tried to tell me that s/he "shared my grief" over Shannon. Bite me.

I guess I am at a loss as to why, two years after Shannon died, that someone would be so limited in their thinking as to think that using Shannon's memory was the way to get me to find them a less distasteful person. What a strange way to try to use Shannon's memory.

What an epic fail.