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When the People Who Share My Heart Don’t Get Me?
How do I handle this along life’s paths?
My family largely doesn’t get me.
They love me, I know that. But they don’t get me.
What does that mean? I do things, take approaches to matters, and live in ways that cause them to scratch their heads, wonder how I can possibly be content or happy this way, and probably question my sanity.
My dating habits and relationship choices in my 20s and 30s made no sense to them. That I never took any sort of normal, regular job as a true career path baffled them. And the whole medieval fencing and reenactment thing? That just confuses them on many levels.
But they are my family. Ergo, I share pieces of my heart with them. But because they don’t entirely get me, I’ve learned that some things are better kept to myself, and that sometimes I need to guard my heart.
You’d get me if you relaxed your expectations of me
If you’re reading this, mom, I apologize in advance for calling you out. (It’s much more probable that my stepdad is the one reading this).
My mom has always had large goals and expectations for me. She’s never been shy about this. In front of then-fiancé (now wife) she said, “He…
