It upsets me when I feel I have no space to fully explain myself.
I feel I get cut off and then there is just no discussion.
You are right because of the way you see it.
And you perhaps are...You see it the way you do and that’s it, so absolute.
I don’t see things the way you do.
Do I get space to explain?
Are we too different?
Sometimes it appears we are.
I’m tired of getting upset.
I’m tired of not being understood.
I’m tired of feeling like I do belong, then I don’t, then I do…
I’m sad about it.
The harsh tones… I can’t do the harsh tones anymore.
Then the softness that follows.
The care that follows.
Making sure I’m ok, doing things gently because you can feel I’m upset.
Because we are different.
I can’t do sudden bursts of energy and emotion that explode and fade as fast as they arrived.
My gradual build up has a gradual recovery too.
Because we are so different it is hard for me to explain this.
And so I write.
But you want actions and I have words.
So so different, we are.