It's so funny. I'm quick to accept whatever Steve needs from me: time, space, understanding. I dig. Actually, coming to that conclusion has lifted this obese sadness from me and I feel light again. Because I've thrown my heart like a star at him and frankly, that can be kinda blinding, and stars are crazy mysterious things anyway, and you have to learn a lot about them before you can name them.
I think another big reason is that he doesn't critisize me for not understanding me. He's wonderful.
And the exact opposite of my father, who hardly gets me or tries to, and that lack of instant knowledge or me just saying, "it's okay, you don't have to understand your adult daughter ever in her life," makes me love and resent him all at the same time.
In conclusion, today's arguments and screaming in my household has made me very happy that I am dating someone (or, well, maybe not...I've given my heart to someone..yes, that's better) who is the best of my parents and none of their weird issues, just his one rightful ones.
See Frued? You suck. Neener neener. (Don't roll over in your grave, you'll get stuck at a 180).
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