compromise

Maybe I have a hard time being happy with who I am because all the people I most want to approve of me have the hardest time accepting the way that I am.

I think he hates me because I am a writer. I think he hates my inability to close my mind just enough so that it all doesn't seep out at all the most inconvenient times.

I love Johanna, but the hardest thing in having her will be in not revealing the difficulty of her existence in reminding me so much of him and of the peace I feel I will never find as long as he, and his disdain for me, exists.

I thought I'd found the peace, but one word from him and my heart is unhinged. And his words...they will never stop.