Well, I did it. I guess I'm really growing up. Instead of covering my face to hide the hurt that's smeared across it, and slipping to my bedroom to feel bad... I just said exactly what I thought. I said it sincerely with tact, concern, and love for x...not just for myself. Although, it was a step in the right direction--adult--which proved the love I do have for myself. I told x that I was sorry he/she felt bad, and explained why, at first, I hadn't understood his/her hurt. I told him/her there was a flip side--a blessing he/she didn't see that I wished I had.
And then...something funny happened. I didn't feel so bad.
Abish
8 years ago
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One, two, or maybe three times I went to someplace or maybe not someplace and did something (or not) that made me feel either queasy or obsequious until she or he gave me (or someone who looked kind of like me) a bowl of cereal or a legal document and I howled with delight (or pain).
I'll never do that again, unless I do.
Courtlin says, "Dad's Hilarious."
I say, "Watch it buddy, I'm the one you've got to sweet talk into spoon feeding you oatmeal when your teeth fall out."
I'm with Courtlin on this one.
Oatmeal? Fine. Just as long as you don't give me any legal documents.
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