Thursday, July 7, 2011

so i share, a lot

Not like I'm a good kid in the sandbox type sharing, no... like as in I use a pillow to separate my boobs, have IBS, and enjoy teen dramas kind of sharing. I  mean come on, this isn't headline news, I DO have a blog....My husband doesn't get it. He's a very private person, and that's cool, only i'm not, i've never been. Honestly, I don't know how. I have my Dad in me, I'm a sharer. He always has been and I think I might always be. I also notice it tends to be a southern trait, we LOVE to share everything and anything with anyone who wants to pull up a chair and listen. Remember Steele Magnolia's? "If you have something bad to say, come and sit by me"... or if you have ANYTHING to say... it's a problem.

It's my way of relating to people. I feel like you'll understand and like me more if you know I poop just like you! Normally it works for me, not so much for him.

How do you change who you are, who you've always been so that the person  you love more than anything else in the world isn't hurt?

I don't have an answer, do you?

1 comment:

  1. Hmm that's tough! I guess the answer is that you're supposed to love each other for who you are and in the mean time try to understand how the other is feeling. I completely hear you though! I'm an extrovert by nature, and not everyone I am around is and sometimes it makes others uncomfortable without me meaning for that to happen. So I hear you! -Jess