There was a time, in the not so distant past, that I was happy, joyous and free. Life was running pretty smoothly and serenity surrounded me as I glided on my little pond of life. Trials would come and I was able to hold my head high and paddle through with dignity. It was water off my little duck back. Ah, but that time has escaped me. Somewhere I lost my peace and serenity. I lost my patience and tolerance. I lost my joy.
A boulder rolled down the mountainside and crashed into my little pond creating a tsunami affect and the waves just keep coming. One right after the other, crashing over me, drowning me in anger, resentment and hatred. I cannot escape it for it hit my peaceful home. There is no more shelter.
An adult duckling came to live with us 4 weeks ago. (Not one of my ducklings of course.) We'll call him "Rubber Duck" because I am so ready to bounce his little ducky butt right out of my pond. There were just 4 of us here, living peacefully, helping each other, encouraging each other, respecting each other...it was all so wonderful.
Now, Rubber Duck has no issues with any other duck in the pond but with me. He's fairly respectful to others, does what they ask (for the most part) and quacks with them in a decent tone. Me, on the other hand, he seems to hate. I'm really ok with that but I will not tolerate being disrespected in my own pond! He is rude, disrespectful, argumentative and arrogant. The tension and stress he is creating in my pond is unacceptable. A confrontation is coming and I'm at the boiling-over point and it will not be pretty when I quack!
I had a mini-meltdown last week and I have no regrets about it. I have asked him repeatedly not to speak rudely and condescending to me. I have told him over and over to quit saying "whatever" to me. Well, 3 and a half weeks of warnings did not deter him from saying it to me one more time when I was on the brink of a breakdown.
While I was making lasagna for my little ducky family, Rubber Duck asked me if I had seen his lighter. I responded, "No, you picked it up off the bed last night". With that he said, "WHATEVER", in his usual rude and disrespectful tone. SPLAT!!! I must say, it was a web-footed reaction. There was no thought in what happened, it just happened. I picked up some meat sauce and threw it in his face the minute the word came out of his mouth.
The stunned look on his face was priceless! As he walked off to the bathroom, he stated, "That was mature" and I replied, "So is WHATEVER"! Unfortunately, I do not think he got my point. I do not regret my reaction and would do it again in a heartbeat. BRING IT!
Today I am trying to smooth my feathers that have been ruffled for awhile now and find that place of peace and serenity again. Getting ready to ride the waves instead of letting them crash over me. My pond WILL be restored to a happy, quite, loving place, where I can and will, enjoy swimming.
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