such as this
what a week. i worked long hours and had difficult conversations. many difficult conversations--including admitting that i was wrong, made a mistake, and tried to make it right. the difficult conversations didn't go smoothly and weren't resolved easily. life is messy and i am messy. my last 2 difficult conversations of the week were just before i went home. i left feeling emotionally drained, weak and exhausted. i wanted to get home quickly, to my bed--maybe have a good cry. but mohammad. he knows how to cheer me up. I may have cried a little in the car, but before long we were recalling together the precious moments when we we last together. like how I threw up on him-- that's so precious to me because I remember the tender way he cared for me. we talked about the delicious popsicles that got us through the hottest, sweatiest days, and how i forced him to go to the pool when he was too shy and the taxi driver who left us on the highway far from the s...
