No more indirectness for me Part 1

Sometimes listening and hearing from G-d is frustrating, some of his gifting are easier to deal with than others. I have always been very direct, and sometimes I hurt people feelings. My husband often tells me how I could have said it differently or less direct because I hurt someone feelings. I am pretty much the type of person who you will know if I do not like something or if I do like something. I am very honest and direct sometimes this aspect is a bad thing, sometimes it needed even if the persons do not like it. Sometimes G-d gives me prophetic words, or vision, and I have sometimes given messages or relayed a message to someone. My husband has always felt I am mean to people when I am communicating with them. He is very easy going and well he beats around the bush and it causes no trouble.
In the Bible, we are told to use our gifts to edify one and other. Sometimes G-d gives correction using his children. I have been on the receiving end of correction and haven’t enjoyed and had my feelings hurt. Looking back I much rather have my feelings hurt then to continue down a path, which is going to be painful.
As a kid growing up I got in trouble at home, when I would get a glimpse of things that were about to happen. With my parent it got to the point of blaming it on a ghost in the attic and not saying G-d showed me it. So I guess when I felt hubby coming down on my personality it reinforced the dislike for what sometimes happens. I am not bragging, frankly I don’t like it at all. So let me feel in a few blanks before I continue with the No more indirectness for me. When I was a small child, I told my mom and guardian they were going to have a double buss hit them if they left the house. They left and went to the city and a double buss hit them. I was treated like a strange child, as if a diets that work was my problem. I was told there was no such thing as G-d. As a child, I knew there was a G-d. So yep, I guess I was a little strange. I had several events I told my parent and guardian about before they happened and they never believed me. Eventually I got sick of Arguing there is a G-d, with them that I created the ghost in the attic. I guess in a sense if was okay because it was G-ds holy spirit leading me at that age.
When I was about 10 years old, we almost lost my sister. My sister was very sick it was scary. I will never tell another person I wish they were dead no matter how angry I get at them. I feel responsible for her sometimes. I told my mom when we got back that we needed to take sis to a different hospital. We took her to children hospital in the city and the doctor told mom five more minutes her appendix would have busted inside her. Yes, I was an odd kid, and sometimes got treated strangely because of this. My sis was fine. When I was 11, I had told my Guardian not go into work that night because he would die that night. Well he died that night. For my non-believing friends no I am not psychic, and get pretty ticked when people claim I am. This isn’t that, because it’s not there unless G-d reveals what he wants to be known. I have had many similar things happen like this it doesn’t surprise me or anything but I have been working on being less direct with people.