It’s a familiar scenario, one where miscommunication becomes a towering obstacle, often leaving us emotionally drained...

It’s like being trapped in a maze, with no visible escape route.  It’s a situation where the bigger picture, the forest, is obscured by the immediate details, the trees.  This metaphor perfectly encapsulates the communication barrier I often face.

When I attempt to diverge from his ideological path, I’m met with intense resistance.  It’s like trying to communicate with a wall of fire, the heat making it nearly impossible to engage with him.  His ideology has become so ingrained in him that it seems impossible for him to have a rational discussion without first passing it through the filter of his radical leftist indoctrination from his Ivy League college education.

Facts, truths, and evidence are irrelevant; only his radicalized interpretations matter.  This constant battle is emotionally exhausting.