tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13458591.post112413072149420253..comments2023-09-10T04:18:53.421-05:00Comments on It's All About Me...: Perhaps I Share Too Much, Too OftenKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05113494166399911997noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13458591.post-1124376746668166332005-08-18T09:52:00.000-05:002005-08-18T09:52:00.000-05:00Don't get the wrong impression from my post. Fran...Don't get the wrong impression from my post. Frank does talk to me about how he's feeling and shares his emotional ups and downs. He values my thoughts and emotions. But I know that he also has to sift through the chaff a lot of the time. And those are the moments when I cease prattling on and on and look up from whatever I'm doing to find him staring at me as if he's trying to decide if I truly am insane or merely amusing. Then I know it's time for a bit of silence.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05113494166399911997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13458591.post-1124302991452931642005-08-17T13:23:00.000-05:002005-08-17T13:23:00.000-05:00"Just lucky, I guess".That was me answering myself..."Just lucky, I guess".<BR/><BR/>That was me answering myself, silently for a change, when I wondered how my husband feels about my constant communication flow. I, too, talk and share incessantly. I tell Mike EVERYTHING and always how I feel, what I feel, how what I feel is different than five minutes ago and even how I'd like to feel instead or may be feeling in half an hour. His response? He loves to hear me. He wants to know. Yes, sometimes he gets a little aggravated, particularly if my sharing is interrupting one of his self-proclaimed "Greatest Movies Ever" but he always leaves me feeling heard, reassured, challenged or whatever it was that I was seeking through my sharings. What's even better is that Mike shares with me, too. His is not at the same humungous level of inner monologue sharing but nonetheless, I usually always know how he is feeling and what he's thinking about. We aren't always talking but we are always communing. Even in the silent times. :-) Just lucky, I guess.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13458591.post-1124136668050042722005-08-15T15:11:00.000-05:002005-08-15T15:11:00.000-05:00:-PWe enjoyed the silent times on our ride to MOW ...:-P<BR/>We enjoyed the silent times on our ride to MOW today. I enjoy the silent times with Frank, too...when I finally stop my stream-of-consciousness nearly constant babbling. In fact, I'm sure he enjoys the silent times!!Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05113494166399911997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13458591.post-1124132601404706182005-08-15T14:03:00.000-05:002005-08-15T14:03:00.000-05:00Haven't I told you before that the true measure of...Haven't I told you before that the true measure of any relationship is being able to enjoy the awkward silent times? Maybe that's why we've been friends for so long? Now shut the F* up! :-)(F)redddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17524567479610668075noreply@blogger.com