Before I hang myself high here, let's understand the context of this failure of self-awareness.
This relationship started on Christmas Day, perhaps the most vulnerable Christmas day of my life. The first Christmas morning that I've awoken without my sons in the same house. After two successive, successful, significant, short, over, relationships, I found myself alone for the 20th day on Christmas. The day before I had landed on my head, the start of 22 days of intense headache pain and sleep deprivation. Even now I'm in pain regularly and unable to sleep enough.
Is it any wonder I might mess up a bit? Miss the signs? Get clingy?
Even with a daily blog diary I can miss the big picture.
Pfft, don't be worried about lack of self awareness. After all, ignorance is bliss, isn't it? Awareness is only good to a degree. Then it becomes a sort of paranoia, doesn't it?
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ReplyDeleteYou tweak me, my friend. I do nothing *but* worry. And indulge in paranoia.
Sometimes it pays off, sometimes it doesn't.