tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post7788354622061336650..comments2023-04-09T05:50:24.227-04:00Comments on Normal Was Not My Goal: NormalWasNotMyGoalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14687479883199918652noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post-3431305086452671242011-12-29T09:12:18.435-05:002011-12-29T09:12:18.435-05:00Thanks for understanding what I'm saying Amand...Thanks for understanding what I'm saying Amanda,although I'm not sure I understand. I've been in a weird place the past few days.NormalWasNotMyGoalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14687479883199918652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1946316417074826415.post-70373624514385666772011-12-28T15:38:01.616-05:002011-12-28T15:38:01.616-05:00oh that line ... that horrid little line! I questi...oh that line ... that horrid little line! I question it all the time. Is she crossing it? Am I crossing it? Will I know and will she tell me if I am? And really, those are the questions I asked Daisy. <br /><br />It sounds like the conversation was difficult to take in, but it was good that she the conversation was had (or started). It takes a good dynamic to talk about difficult things. Just take it one step at a time.<br /><br />Those feelings and longings come (at least for me) from all the unmet needs as a child - from adults that should've taken care of those needs, but didn't (for whatever reason). It does get better, I promise ... but I do understand what you're saying.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05166689236909570817noreply@blogger.com