Why do I always have to be the understanding one? Why am I always expected to be patient, to give grace and to see things from everyone else’s perspective, while no one stops to see mine? Sometimes I don’t need another reason or explanation. Sometimes I just want someone to meet me with the same understanding I’ve always given them.
Dating a first born daughter means you have 0.2 seconds to help. After that she’s climbing the counter moving the ladder and nearly dying because you took forever to help.😭