He is usually able to funny me out of whatever mood I'm in. The death of a parent has caused him to have to haul out other forms of comfort and he's done pretty good at it. But now that we are making tentative steps towards a normal life again, he wants me to be fully recovered. He doesn't *expect* it, but the unspoken pressure is there nonetheless. It's been all I can do to remain differentiated enough to do what I need to do and not get caught up in his attempts to re-awaken the Old Me. As a Seven, I'd much rather find some fun distraction (and did for a time) than grieve but my mind won't let me rest. I woke up at 5 this morning and my dad's given name was the first thought in my head. (no you sickos, this was *before* H and I ML, sheesh!)
The thought was running through my mind last night that I wish I had a man whose desire was not dependent on so many things. I cannot imagine what it would be like, anymore, to have a man want me simply because I'm there.
In my feministic days of old, I'd have rather clawed my eyes out than hoped for a day when I'd think it was cool that someone wanted me cause I was THERE!
