Love is often the tangle of two wholly different personalities. And in the entanglement, there is strife as we try to be…perhaps one.
I can\’t stand it. The sudden surprise of reactions. My own soft needs aren\’t always met. And there\’s more like pain as I try to compromise my own feelings.
I don\’t understand why he can\’t take charge of the situation and resolve the issues. While I can\’t sit back anymore to let conflicts brew. Or I just let it go. Because in the end, it doesn\’t matter.
Isn\’t a relationship supposed to be existence? And support?
Unfortunately, there are times that he doesn\’t. Yesterday after our last im, I remembered how earlier in the day I realized I needed a phd to do user research (as a result of those many calls of \”not enough experience\”). But the thought of which also meant I would need to go far and he wouldn\’t necessarily come with me. I know it wouldn\’t work out.
It hurts me to think of that.