It's obvious for some time that I care about someone. Love them in fact.
And then we have a misunderstanding. Or, what most functional couples call: a fight.
And then I retreat. I'm hurt, wounded, defensive, waiting for the ground to collapse and swallow me. I cry, I have too many feelings, I have not enough feelings. I'm overwhelmed with the process of talking about what caused the fight....I'm drained thinking about it.
I might have found the most kind, most caring, most thoughtful person - but we'll never see eye-to-eye 100% of the time. And while he can communicate....and I can sometimes....I can't always.
I might have looked into the future with this one. Which seems odd since I'm:
a) legally married
b) not willing to give up my weekends (of which I spend mostly alone because I have yet to make true friend…