You are correct. I'm probably too independent. I always have been. I actually feel I've improved, but still, there is much work to be done. Perhaps it's only child syndrome. Maybe, it's just the way I'm wired. I would never try to force you to see something without the filter of your emotions, because I know that is how you are wired. I'm not sure how to correct the problem completely since, when I'm in those most painful moments, my natural instinct is to cave. Maybe my levels of testosterone are too high for my own good. *wink* At any rate, I truly believe the Universe doesn't mete out things we cannot handle. I believe this so strongly because I would sit weeping in despair constantly if it were not so. Tally ho and onward.
If I don't share everything with everyone, it is mostly because my worries are usually insignificant in respect with the worries of others. I have it so good that I have no right to complain, yet I still have moments where I do. I'll call it venting. I always eventually work out my problems. Sometimes it just takes time. No worries.
You probably have no idea how much therapy you offer me. I can't tell you how satisfying our relationship is. You give me so much love and appreciation for even the littlest, most insignificant of things, I'm consistently bowled over. You make me feel like a benevolent goddess, when all I'm doing is sitting over a pot of tea talking with you. If I ever feel down about myself, I just remember your expression of rapture when I brought you cookies or any of many numerous times when you felt I had done you some great honour. I remember how I felt when you rang my doorbell to tell my some great news unexpectedly. I was the first person you had to tell. I must have jumped around on a high cloud for an hour after that, and, I must confess, I can't be sure whether I was happier for your good news or the fact that you honoured me by choosing me to tell it to first. You are a tonic to me. *hug*
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Date: 2006-04-28 01:16 am (UTC)If I don't share everything with everyone, it is mostly because my worries are usually insignificant in respect with the worries of others. I have it so good that I have no right to complain, yet I still have moments where I do. I'll call it venting. I always eventually work out my problems. Sometimes it just takes time. No worries.
You probably have no idea how much therapy you offer me. I can't tell you how satisfying our relationship is. You give me so much love and appreciation for even the littlest, most insignificant of things, I'm consistently bowled over. You make me feel like a benevolent goddess, when all I'm doing is sitting over a pot of tea talking with you. If I ever feel down about myself, I just remember your expression of rapture when I brought you cookies or any of many numerous times when you felt I had done you some great honour. I remember how I felt when you rang my doorbell to tell my some great news unexpectedly. I was the first person you had to tell. I must have jumped around on a high cloud for an hour after that, and, I must confess, I can't be sure whether I was happier for your good news or the fact that you honoured me by choosing me to tell it to first. You are a tonic to me. *hug*