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The Roller Coaster

We have several good weeks, no fighting, no drama.  I have a rotten dream about fighting.  I wake up grateful it wasn’t real, grateful that for now we are being good to each other.

I send a message to that effect.  And suddenly face accusations of over analyzing and not enjoying the present.  Sigh.  I hate this.  He wants to fight about my being happy we weren’t fighting.

I love this man and not in some silly romantic way.  No, it is certainly a case of being very much aware of reality.  Loving him is not an emotional state but an active verb, always striving to accept the good and bad as they are.