That’s all I get. No questions asked. No discussion. No nothing. A unilateral decision. An expectation that I will accept this. That I will bend and compromise away all. Because, hey….that’s my role, right? That’s my position in all this. I am supposed to take what I am so graciously offered and be OK with it. Right? Because, heaven forbid that I would get any more. That it would be the other way around. Or that it would even be the slightest bit more fair? No. No such thing as fair. Not for me apparently. And I am supposed to be….grateful? Accepting? Fine with this?
Fuck that. I do not accept. I’d rather have zero. See how that works. Taste that compromise. All courtesy of me.
Should I have said something? Yes. But by the time I got my offer presented to me, I was already sick and tired and had decided on thanks, but no thanks. So, I didn’t say anything. I’m pretty sure I will if it ever happens again. The lack of self-control will prevent me from doing anything other than that. Better hope it’ll be enough to prevent me from too extreme of a reaction though. Because the way I feel right now? There’s nothing in the world that could prevent it in this moment.
Being rage-y is all the rage these days.