This is hard because I have been DBing for months now and here he is back and I'm like, hey, buddy--- hwat about my needs? What about my feelings? I am just sick of it always being about what HE is comfortable with. WHAT ABOUT ME?
I feel your pain, sister -- I'm living the same thing with the exact same feeling: Where's MINE? For months now, *I'M* the one whose been doing all the DBing and what-if'ing and all the trying and blahblahblah ...and I wanna yell WHERE'S MINE???? from the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro or wherever it is people go to contemplate the universe.
But here's the thing I've discovered: You gotta stop doing that. It's hard and it sucks and it's damn near impossible most times, but you've gotta bite your tongue and suck it up - because you know why? Because *we* are the only ones who give a damn (or give a damn more) and hence, we're the ones who have to put up with more crapola. Is it fair? Hell, no. And truth be told, it's too friggin' EXHAUSTING! But that's the way it is ... and the way it has to be. For awhile longer, anyway. How much longer depends how much we really care. Or want to keep caring.
I guess this is the times we remind ourselves to be glad you don't have cancer or leprosy or something *truly* dreadful. At least we can get out of it if we choose, whenever we choose.
Sabu
It's better to need someone because you love them than it is to love someone because you need them.
