pondlife's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- into the silence, some words August came and went, the girl stayed. Forget what you thought you knew, the truth is far stranger than assumptions made based on my vague allusions. For this I should probably be grateful. I'm not. She doesn't cling, she isn't jealous, ever. She doesn't pry or plot or plan, and above all, she conducts her social life without consulting my day planner. This is all well and good but I have no idea what to do with it. It's foreign and unfamiliar. Am I only happy when it rains? When it hurts? Or is this entirely to do with ego? Honesty breeds clarity, and recent discussions of ongoing concerns (emotional, health) have lead Robert to express he thinks some sort of therapy should be back on the table. I recognise the patterns. There are always patterns. Having Ian here with us has helped, and Tisiphone and Christian will be home eventually. I tell him it will all even out then, everything will come back to center. But the patterns are there. He doesn't blink, doesn't look away, he won't concede. So I will. From time to time I can be sensible. Reasonable, even. 12:08 a.m. - 2009-09-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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