The black, weeping envelope.

I was reading butterflyuk’s blog the other day and stumbled over a post that oiled my cogs and fired up the big, self-assured rant-generator in my arse. It was about that commonplace and heinous crime – emotional blackmail.

Observe the specific example I want to nail:

“I love you.”
“What?”
“I can’t help it anymore, I love you.”
“Well, stop it.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not a lesbian!”
“But I can’t help it, Melissa.”
“Well, what do you want me to do about it?”
“Nothing. I just hope that one day you love me back.”
“Danielle, I’m not going to.”
“But you should be more open to-

And etc. etc. Okay, so in my role-play both protagonists are girls. That’s just because I like shit to go down like that. But I’m rather hoping you can see what I’m illustrating, which is actually a case of something quite common. Someone asking someone else to deal with their feelings for them. Emotional blackmail.

Now, there are subtle distinctions here. I’m not saying it’s cuntish to harbour feelings for someone in secret. God knows, we all do that, wretched bastards that we are. Neither am I saying it’s cuntish to harbour feelings for someone and tell them about it. If you’re secretly in love with someone, then it could do good to the situation to let them know. Then they’ll understand when you start randomly self-harming during their dates with other folks. Or they can redress how they act around you. Or they might fall for you. Haha. Right.

We move into the realms of emotional blackmail realm when we tell them and expect them to deal with our feelings.

That’s where the subtle distinction comes in. Sometimes, it’s hard to spot. But it’s usually when the person doing the blackmailing keeps mentioning their feelings – as though the blackmailee should be taking them into consideration at all times. WTF? These are the blackmailer’s feelings, needing to be dealt with by the blackmailer. Nobody else. If he/she can’t hack it, then he/she should shove it or fuck off or both.

Because, let’s face it: These total cunts are trying to say that you owe them something because they feel a certain way. They’re trying to make out like it’s your fault they like you so much, that perhaps you led them on, or maybe they’re going through a hard time. They put the guilt on you, and the onus on you to make up for it. What a crock.

And sadly, there are folks out there that are well up for mercy fucking these psychological wrecks, doubling the stakes and redoubling the problem. They are cunts, too.

And the LIAC? Well, 99% of ongoing relationships started or evolved with some form of it. The other 1% are the couples that fell mutually in love at the same exact rate all the way to the bottom.

That’s a statistic I made up, of course, based on the Cuntageddon that I see around me. But if you think about it, you might just glimpse the demons.

Good luck out there!