In case you haven’t figured this out yet, I’m a very screwed up person. More screwed up than most others? I honestly don’t know the answer to that question. More aware of my own issues than most others are of theirs?… I’d be willing to bet on that. It makes for a sense of isolation and loneliness. I am eternally grateful for my wife. The two of us make a great community.
When I met you, I was ready to “protect” you from all my screwed up mess. I remember you would travel the 3 1/2 hours to visit me, and I would be having a bad day, but I would gear myself up and when you’d come I’d say, “I’m fine.” And I would be dying inside to pour my heart out to you. But I’d give some stilted answer to your questions and you would keep asking….as if you wanted to hear all I was dying to share, but I was too afraid that you would run the other direction. But you kept asking…so I slowly kept sharing…and you didn’t run. Not only did you not run…but you slowly opened yourself up to me, too. Even more precious to me than being so accepted by you was being trusted by you with your vulnerable heart. This mutual sharing of screwed-upness makes our community of two an amazingly vibrant and yet peaceful place!
Amazing to me how we all have different experiences with and understanding of the same person.