Rick and I have a volatile relationship as friends. I'm still mourning my husbands death and I know that I give Rick a hard time. I'm unpredictable and my mood can change in an instant from happy to very sad, because I wear my feelings on my sleeve. I don't need medication, I need understanding and no one understands, or can understand unless they have lost their mate.
Rick is a handful and he really is a wonderful guy. Yeah, he calls me names, but the names are always tossed at me when he is in a playful mood. He never calls me names when he is mad at me, and I also refrain from name calling anytime, mad, upset or not. I know that once you open your mouth and hurt someone that you can never take it back.
I'm not depressed. I just have issues I'm working on and so does Rick. He's not normal and I haven't quite figured out why. Maybe he has no experience with women and how to properly treat them. I just don't know and he won't talk about it with me. I just have to accept certain things about him, but of course I've already talked about the bullying behavior that I won't accept and have already discussed in previous posts.
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