Paul is pissed coz i'm too much of a
butterfly: talking about the weather, counting down my squats, petting the neighbours dog Monty and bringing it up at dinner, complaining about the bullies at work, expecting his comfort coz my old jeans
don't fit, et cetera.
When all there is to it is to face him, express your deepest gratitude that he exists, explain to him how happy you are when he is with you, how your
head and heart explode when you hold his hand, how
sad you get when he is unable to be near you, how helpless you feel when he shuts down, how he makes you smile and laugh, how much you crave intimacy with him even though it drives you crazy, how
annoying it is that he needs to be assured every 5 seconds (😘) but he needs it and you do, too, so no worries, i get it.
