I am the victim.

I am the victim.

I am the walrus, koo-koo-ka-joob!



If you aren't a Beatles fan, you might not understand the reference.



It appears that now my feelings and perceptions relating to my grandchildren are now negated by my "wish" to be a martyr/victim. It's amusing, actually. If I express anger, I'm being dramatic. If I express hurt, I'm being a martyr/victim. The only emotions I am allowed to express are happiness and satisfaction, even if I'm not happy or satisfied. Interesting how that works. The worst part of this is that it comes from my daughter...the one person to whom I have given the most unconditional support and love. Oh, there I go being a victim again!

Whatever!