I woke up today, feeling mixed. Yesterday, I went to sleep…initially with a weight lifted away from me, but I felt uncertain, displeased about something.
I can immediately jump to conclusions, turning that displeasure into angst. With how he constantly reacts and doesn\’t listen.
Sometimes, I feel lost. There is an overwhelming torrent of emotions. It is true that it comes unexpectedly. Like Francis says, he is never even aware of it.
I hate how he doesn\’t believe in complete honesty. I don\’t like how it seems like we circle and circle. He says that he is trying to understand, but I sense no compassion, I sense nothing of that sort…and I can only hear the words he says.
I don\’t like how I have to give stories of a child in pain and how we know their thrashing against us is because they are in pain. I don\’t know how many times that I have to repeat it. Can\’t you see that I am in pain and that my thrashing isn\’t to hurt you?