Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
The Little Prince (via theoldludwigvan)
It has been a bumpy week. And now my girl/boy is off on a family vacation to Mexico with his wife and kids. But I feel so much better than I did a week ago. Even not being included.
I don’t know how I rate on the Richter scale of partner difficultness. I say my thoughts. I express my feels. I tell it like I see and experience it, knowing my perspective is my own, and trying to see things from Misty’s eyes. I do my best to be sensitive and still be true to myself. I hate the idea that we could both be feeling pain or angst about something due to unsaid or miscommunicated words. My life is not a sitcom. It is hard to see myself though. Maybe I am a total high maintenance pain in the ass? I just don’t know.
One thing I have pulled from this week is that, to Misty, I am worth it. And that makes me very happy indeed.