BUT I was on the phone with my BFF and getting her support AND my Hubby's in that moment. With their help, I was able to move on and take care of myself. The Son and Grandson don't invade my personal living space, but if I go upstairs to try and be social, I can wind up with their BS in my face.
The funny thing about ME and Suicide is I have a talent at PROCRASTINATION that is ONLY a REAL talent in regards to suicide.
Everywhere else in my life it trips me up.
BUT I put it off long enough to out myself for my thinking and once it's in the open, I take a breath and it loses it's power.
FOR ME, suicide is ONLY more powerful than me when I'm facing it alone.
What bothered ME about this time is that I went into "reaction mode" and could not find my way through the gaslighting into any self care stance that let it wash over me.
Their opinion of me and my thoughts is none of my business. If he'd called me a slut or whore, I could have looked at him in a way that would make his skin crawl and make him step back instinctively. "Really? What you think about me says a lot more about YOU than me, don't you see?"
BUT because we live in this world where politics is based on different realities, I am FLOUNDERING.
Hmmmm.
It REALLY ISN'T DIFFERENT.
Someone else's perception of me is THEIR reality.
Someone else's political opinion is based on THEIR reality.
IF I CAN ANCHOR THAT THOUGHT, I can let their insanity flow around me. BE the rock in the middle of white water looking at them like, yeah, you are tough shit in the spring, but I'll be here for eons.
HMMMM.