Lifelong, I have found that when you have to tell someone something that bothers you, for the most part, it does not change. I have found this with a spouse, co-workers, neighbors. People are who they are. If they could change, they would. They, too, have a time table.
In the apartment complex where I live, I decided to tell the owners a few things that I believe need to be remedied. The owner's daughter told the property manager my concerns, in front of me. This was done, no doubt, to embarass me. It did make me uncomfortable.
I am grateful this young woman told me who she was. She confirmed my suspicions. My feelings about the property manager were similarly confirmed, though, she tried to do things to make me more comfortable. I think she did this more out of concern for her job, than to appease me. Clearly, I do not require appeasement. That I can do well nigh for myself.
This continual convolution concerns this writer. There is no reason for it. No reason for the drama. No reason for me to be part of the drama.
Done.
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