The Sky is Green

"If you want peace, you have to agree that the sky is green."

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I didn't crawl out of the war I was placed in just to stay quiet.

Most people never see the setup.

When someone shows coercive, controlling patterns--someone who constantly reaches for control--you don't wake up one day and suddenly become "the crazy one."  You get built into that role.  Brick by brick.  Button by button. 

Reaction by reaction.

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Most people think anger is power.  You feel out of control, so you raise your voice, slam the door, send the paragraph-long text, and call it finally standing up for yourself.  It feels like maybe this time they'll see what they've done.  Maybe this time they'll stop.

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But what you don't realize--at first--is that the explosion starts to feel predictable.  Like the tension is steering you toward the one reaction that will later be used as evidence.  Like the entire situation is designed to push you into the one response that can later be used against you.

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Because when you finally react, your reaction becomes their proof.

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Your breakdown becomes their alibi.

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You may rage with words, but they rage with actions. 

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They replay that one scene to whoever will listen, and suddenly your're no longer the wounded one.

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You're the problem.

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They light the fire.  You run for water.  Then they tell the world you're the arsonist.

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The world sees the reaction.

It rarley sees the provcation. 

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