balancing is hard. what we feel needs to change in order to make this work. feeling that we don’t have to change; that we should be loved for who we are. consistently contradicting yourself in expecting him to change but you get to stay the same and being mad at him for not appreciating all the hard work you’ve been doing working on things. nothing about this is easy, but the feeling i get when i smell his skin on my pillows really does make it all worth it.