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I still have to watchdog my tendency to psycho analyze my loved ones. I believe I have the tendency under control for friends, acquaintances and strangers, but it still lurks entirely too close to the surface when it comes to loved ones. All with the best of omniscient intentions, of course. . . :-{
My beloved still has not visited his old family home since his mother died in the first week of his medical crisis back in November. His old family home never really felt like home to him. I easily see his point. 34 years and I still feel like a stranger there. It is just a silver platter distribution center. It has all the homeliness of a corporate headquarters. Strictly nothing personal. It takes a very specific type of person to feel at home there. Lifestyle diversity discouraged.
I have been chanting my, "Ears open mouth shut" mantra steadily since his mother died. The number of brand new stories that have been bubbling to the surface make me wonder if he is suffering a worse case of PTSD amnesia than I ever did. How is it possible to sleep with someone for 34 years and not know these things? Oops!! I hear a, "Woof" from my watchdog!!!
Before I left for Louisiana, my beloved was talking about doubling a drive to Houston with the party we are going to this weekend. The party is about half way between Austin and Houston. He hasn't talked about it since I left Austin, but I suspect he is still thinking about that plan and wants me to come along for moral support. My least favorite thing about my beloved is his habit of not communicating emotional decisions until the last minute. Kinda like the corporate raider he calls, "Daddy?" Woof.
Ah, the Art of Loving Imperfect People. . . Can't the cosmos send me a perfect person to love? Maybe one of those Mythical Normals?
Just prepping. . . I am only a few hours away from home. Well. . . A few hours for those Mythical Normies. I can take years to explore 100 miles. There is allot of amazing life to be found in 100 miles.
My beloved still has not visited his old family home since his mother died in the first week of his medical crisis back in November. His old family home never really felt like home to him. I easily see his point. 34 years and I still feel like a stranger there. It is just a silver platter distribution center. It has all the homeliness of a corporate headquarters. Strictly nothing personal. It takes a very specific type of person to feel at home there. Lifestyle diversity discouraged.
I have been chanting my, "Ears open mouth shut" mantra steadily since his mother died. The number of brand new stories that have been bubbling to the surface make me wonder if he is suffering a worse case of PTSD amnesia than I ever did. How is it possible to sleep with someone for 34 years and not know these things? Oops!! I hear a, "Woof" from my watchdog!!!
Before I left for Louisiana, my beloved was talking about doubling a drive to Houston with the party we are going to this weekend. The party is about half way between Austin and Houston. He hasn't talked about it since I left Austin, but I suspect he is still thinking about that plan and wants me to come along for moral support. My least favorite thing about my beloved is his habit of not communicating emotional decisions until the last minute. Kinda like the corporate raider he calls, "Daddy?" Woof.
Ah, the Art of Loving Imperfect People. . . Can't the cosmos send me a perfect person to love? Maybe one of those Mythical Normals?
Just prepping. . . I am only a few hours away from home. Well. . . A few hours for those Mythical Normies. I can take years to explore 100 miles. There is allot of amazing life to be found in 100 miles.
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I don't really know how to label this but I having a rough week and I can't say it's one thing.... I have a lot on my plate which is nothing new and I try to cope in many positive ways and do but I still have my moments.My kids more so my daughters talk to me about everything which I know it's cause of comfort and we are close.... however I really struggle with the venting about their dad which...
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I did the dumbest thing today. I charged my earbuds, unplugged the block and put the block in my little bag instead of the earbuds. I wasn't happy about that when I got to the gym. What a dummy!
Personally I see no prob with you being able to see the truth and even analyze your loved ones. Yes not saying anything maybe a good choice in certain times.
But you shouldn't feel guilty for being more aware and or intelligent than they are...
As I tell my hubby, he's perfect for *me*. (Even when perfectly infuriating, perfectly annoying, and perfectly immune to what I think is common sense about taking his da*n allergy med so he won't snore all night....)..... So maybe that's as "perfect" as anyone has to be in this life.
Soft support as you process and travel and roam the wonders.
Analyzing is just understanding deeply...
This verb analyze comes from the noun analysis. The noun analysis was in turn borrowed from Greek, from analyein, or "to dissolve."
Not to go on and on....But your post got my ate because I get accused and told not to analyze things so much never by therapists always by the people living by facebook psychology......my gut feeling tells me "why not?" I am thinking with the brain I was given to think and understand.
Tusi, the psycho analyzing of other folks may work for you, but in my strictly personals it causes me to go off into assumptions and conjectures that are totally off-base as often as they are not mine to sort. That short link between my brain and my mouth causes me to spout those assumptions and conjectures like an Oracle on High.
One soul's blessing is another soul's curse. I believe I could just about write the book on the dangers of psycho-analyzing loved ones. I have learned hard lessons the hard way on this score. Perhaps you could call me an Analaholic? One analysis is too much and 1,000 are not enough.
I am glad it works for you, though.
In any case support to you in a way that works for you. :)
I hear you on how hard it is to wait for a loved one with a "habit of not communicating emotional decisions until the last minute." Oh, boy, is it ever hard in those circumstances to keep a rein on one's own horses.
Sigh.
Sure has taught me allot about patience.
...everybody wants to be normal, right? :p
...mind the mosquitoes out there, they pretty-much need FAA clearance.
Stay dry, be well.