She was in tears..

Crying is my initial reaction for everything. Happiness, pain, overwhelmed, excited, scared, touched, angry, hurt, nervous, all get my tears going. I don't have control over it, my body just reacts. Being a crybaby is on my list of "the things I wish I could change", but I tried with no luck. I am an extremely sensitive person, and things hit me hard. That doesn't mean I am any less of a person than the rest of them, or make them better, it just makes me, me.

I ended my day in tears and literally shaking. I felt trapped, with no way out. Belittled and made to feel pointless. Something I thought I got better at ignoring than I guess I did. But it was done in such a way that there really is no defense. I was torn between being impressed or insulted. Almost like someone hugging you and stabbing you at the same time. It was intelligent, manipulative, and well played. There was no room to argue, stand my ground, or run for shelter. My mouth was dropped open the entire time.

I am incapable of letting it roll of my back, I think that term is a load of shit. If you were wronged, why let anyone just get a free pass to hurt you? The hits were low, and hard, and the sting is starting to bruise. Because I am known to be as sensitive as I am, I feel that sometimes my feelings gets pushed into the "she's just sensitive" pile. I am not 5, or dumb. For the most part, I have learned to be able to tell the difference between which emotions are truly justified, and what are from wearing my heart on my sleeve. Please don't patronize me. I'm emotional, and sensitive, but I am still an adult who knows when she has been wronged, and when enough is enough. Enough.....