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May 21, 2011
It's the intensity. The constant talk, the ideas that rain storm. The need to help even after I say, "Yes, thank you, I appreciate that but this is for me, about me. It's something I need to do, for myself. I love your ideas, but you cannot do it for me."

It's not the offer. It's the hurt that I won't let him just do it all for me. He's not getting it.

I admit, there are times I want the help. I want to sit back and let someone do it for me. But that would defeat the purpose.