I hate it. Why is my family so insufferable? Why can’t I be open with them? I want to scream my fear. My anguish. I am wine drunk btw (certainly unrelated).
I want so desperately for them to understand. Y’all feel me? This shit is ass.
How do I express my disillusionment in a way that does not trigger their internalized propaganda response?
I would bet they are disillusioned as well. That’s the crack to wedge open. They will want to vent, and we should let them, while also carefully (even cryptically) nudge ideas that parallel their frustrations.