Doubts, Fears, and Kitty Cats.

[empyrealfantasy]

Buddy, my very large orange tabby, passed on this morning.  I hope he rests peacefully.

:(

This entry is to be a little bit of a ramble on my own discontent.  Feel free to disregard.

I originally wrote this a couple of weeks ago, but tonight I feel the need to add on to it, and I thin having the background of the first will help anyone who reads.

Comments

[anonymous]

Your situation feels very similar to my own. When I relocate we will have been seeing one another about a year, and though we both have things about the other that drive us batty, I feel that we really are willing to fight for it.

However, somehow everything I attempt to do comes out wrong. I try to talk (like about this situation) and suddenly he feels that I am constantly negative and accuses me of always thinking something is 'wrong'. And still he does not really wish to talk about things. It hurts, because I am the type that NEEDS to talk about these things, even if it is for him to simply tell me I am misinterpreting and reassure me that he ISN'T losing interest nor are things falling apart. A little reassurance would go SO FAR in this, but he seems to, instead, avoid. And that hurts, because, as you stayed "he needs to consider what he needs to do for your sake, not just what you need to do for him." and I'm feeling very one-sided in my efforts. I've been jumping through hoops these last weeks trying to please him, but the second I let on that I'm feeling less than confident...

*sigh*

And I'm right now quite sure I CANNOT do anything right in this regard. :( Wish I was stronger. Or more able to express myself in a way that didn't come off as drama-mongering to him.

[empyrealfantasy]

That was me. -__- Damn anonymous.