In that anger, I told her not to talk to me again. I said disobedient children don't get to talk to me. I know; like I said, I was frustrated. She was sad for a (very) short while. I gave her a bath and sent her off to Nana (Grandma) to get dressed. I was stewing over the issue as I bathed cos I was fresh out of ideas to get her to read. She's been lazy to even try out the words. Aviela is an ace reader, she reads sign pots, reads the titles of my books, she reads anything with words. Except her bible. Voluntarily anyway.
As I dressed, she kept talking to me but I was ignoring her. I was showing her my upset face. Finally, I told her for not reading her bible, she should never talk to me. Of course, she was shocked. I had manipulated her. My goal was to get her to read her bible to please me. Then I got shocked. Her response was well, I guess you don't love me anymore. I was hurt by that. Yep. Deeply hurt. The manipulator just got manipulated.
But when I think about it, don't we manipulate God sometimes? All the time? At least we try to." I paid my tithes so rebuke the devourer." "Here are my plans, favour me." I have faith like a mustard seed - move that mountain"

Back to Aviela and I. Of course I didn't show I was moved by her blatant manipulation. I "revenged" her manipulation - I announced to Nana that I was NEVER going to talk to Aviela ever again since she won't read her bible. Of course she fell for it and read her bible to Nana (I am afterall, the master manipulator in our relationship) and I proved that I still love her by giving her a kiss and hug before leaving for work. Manipulation accomplished!
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