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Thursday, 28 March 2019

Fambly

I am so very sick of the constant mansplaining from my brother/trans-sister.
I am sure she means well. Or at least I am working very hard to convince myself that she does. But the constant need to insert herself into every conversation and have dubious but “definite” facts on everything is so tiresome.
It makes me realise how much patience my friends must have.

This holiday has also made very clear that the person my brother has grown to be is not someone who I would ever be friends with.   We are about as incompatible as people as it is possible to be.

She tries so hard, to be helpful or impressive or just to contribute to everything, and it makes her so very infuriating.



On the other hand my dad is mostly a dick on purpose....

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