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@NTA said in Happiness Scale:
You've been a bit of a rock from what we know but the family needs to understand that rocks can break.
Perspective is the other issue: she won't see my role in this as more stressful or damaging than what she's been through. It is a little selfish TBH and I've let it ride while her Mum was dying, but probably time to bring it to a head.
Which is going to suck...
The longer you leave it, the harder it will be to have the conversation.
Perhaps put thoughts to paper, which can allow you to edit emotionally stressed words/ phrasing out and give her time to understand and work through?
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@NTA said in Happiness Scale:
You've been a bit of a rock from what we know but the family needs to understand that rocks can break.
Perspective is the other issue: she won't see my role in this as more stressful or damaging than what she's been through. It is a little selfish TBH and I've let it ride while her Mum was dying, but probably time to bring it to a head.
Which is going to suck...
Tbh I think you need some kind of counselling or 3rd party assistance. I hope I'm wrong, but I foresee her getting all pissed off with you for having the temerity to question her perfection. You'll then retire hurt and angry and she'll get positive reinforcement from her toxic friends who only hear one side of the issue. It often takes an outsider to bang some sense into people and to give them a wake up call.
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@Rancid-Schnitzel said in Happiness Scale:
You'll then retire hurt and angry and she'll get positive reinforcement from her toxic friends who only hear one side of the issue.
TBF while her friends are very supportive of her, they're generally a level headed bunch.
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I'm not sure that's possible
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Dudes leg snapped in half right underneath my chest on Sunday, I was doing a squeeze ball, he was trying to steal and got cleaned by the guy which pushed his leg under me, then the cleaner (prop) landed on me. Fucking gross man, flashbacks are still making me nauseated.
But hey, I'm not him.
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@Bones said in Happiness Scale:
Dudes leg snapped in half right underneath my chest on Sunday, I was doing a squeeze ball, he was trying to steal and got cleaned by the guy which pushed his leg under me, then the cleaner (prop) landed on me. Fucking gross man, flashbacks are still making me nauseated.
But hey, I'm not him.
Fark that.
Dunno the right response to that ...
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@booboo said in Happiness Scale:
@Bones hope he's getting the right medical treatment.
Yeah he was well enough to message our captain just after having it reset that night and seemed in ok spirits, we called the game off immediately, no one was really in the mood.
Plus they would've had an extra player on the pitch.
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@Bones said in Happiness Scale:
@voodoo said in Happiness Scale:
Why is this in my Happiness Thread @Bones?
This is not happiness any more than I’m happy I didn’t buy a penthouse in Gaza last year
Take this nauseating shit elsewhere!
We won 10-0.
Yay
As you were
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@Bones said in Happiness Scale:
Oh and how loud the snap was, followed by the screaming.
Yeah, when it goes if loud, it’s like a gunshot.
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@Bones said in Happiness Scale:
@voodoo said in Happiness Scale:
Why is this in my Happiness Thread @Bones?
This is not happiness any more than I’m happy I didn’t buy a penthouse in Gaza last year
Take this nauseating shit elsewhere!
We won 10-0.
Not sure it helps but I’ve been the bloke causing strong minded men to vomit because my foot was pointing the wrong way. Done a fair bit of damage to myself over 30 odd years in the game, but it’s disconcerting when you look down and your kneecap’s doing its best impression of a naughty schoolboy’s tie.
Apart from feeling a bit embarrassed for nauseating everyone, I’ve never given much thought to what or still less who caused it. Injuries are part of the game. Even gruesome ones. If I’m honest, it’s that risk that makes it so much fucking fun.
And it was easier mentally to get back on the pitch after that horror show than some other less disastrous injuries. Probably because it was such a freak thing.
Enjoy the win and your new reputation as a bonesnapper. I would.
Edit: I didn’t scream though. But that was mainly because I was too busy 1. Trying to wack my knee back into something close to what nature intended and 2. Worrying about how fucked my ski season was.
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@Smuts yeah snapped the Achilles before and that was surprisingly low on pain, just felt like someone had accidentally kicked me in the back of the leg. Have to admit I let out a scream or two a few years ago when some cuntface sucker punched me from behind on the way out of a breakdown, but I maintain that was just an effective soundtrack for the blood squirting out of my chipped eye socket. And maybe the fact I thought I'd lost my eye.
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