Do you feel like it's always your fault? Or that you are an outsider?

Does anyone else feel like it's always their fault or that you are an outsider? In my household it honestly feels like I'm only allowed to have 1 emotion which is to be happy all the time. This alone is exhausting. If I'm happy and positive then there is no issue. The moment I talk too long, be vulnerable about something personal or actually say how the other person has made me feel, there is an issue. I either get blamed for talking to harshly, been told 'well you are the one having a meltdown', been told ' wow you make me feel like a crap person', or the worst is I'm given the silent treatment often for a few days. I feel like I can't express myself or be my true self. I've spoken to the other person in quite a long emotional conversation and despite me being the one consolling them and feeling guilty as hell for bringing things up, I thought things would be better but here I am again. I can't distance myself from the other person as I live with them so I don't know what to do. I struggle with communicating my emotions so most of the time I just keep quiet and get upset when I'm alone. Has anyone else been in a similar situation?

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  • I just feel that people don't like being challenged. They're so used to everyone agreeing with them. Comfort trumps honesty; here. Disappointed

    Just today, when taking my Artist friend to an appointment with his Doctor, I opened my door in my car; hitting the passenger-side door of the car to my right. By God's grace, the man in the other car didn't yap at me, about it, and demand my details. However, people in my village are paranoid over claims.

    Besides, I parked awkwardly; due to having a bad angle to turn. Plus, Friday Afternoon is generally quiet; at a Doctor's Surgery.

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  • I just feel that people don't like being challenged. They're so used to everyone agreeing with them. Comfort trumps honesty; here. Disappointed

    Just today, when taking my Artist friend to an appointment with his Doctor, I opened my door in my car; hitting the passenger-side door of the car to my right. By God's grace, the man in the other car didn't yap at me, about it, and demand my details. However, people in my village are paranoid over claims.

    Besides, I parked awkwardly; due to having a bad angle to turn. Plus, Friday Afternoon is generally quiet; at a Doctor's Surgery.

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