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Originally Posted by Perna
My husband changed my life one evening when we were talking and I made a funny verbal mistake and we both laughed at it and I did the "I know. . . you aren't laughing at Me you're laughing with me" line only he interrupted me in the middle and very intensely  said, "I'm neither laughing at you or with you, I'm enjoying you" and a lightbulb went on in my head. I'm an enjoyable person to be with. I can make people happy. Before I just thought I was a loser when I tripped over my words but now I deliberately tell people what I'm thinking and how I see the world because I'm unique and enjoyable to others. |
I wish my mother could understand this concept. I do enjoy her. I l0ve language, and I find her italian/american constructions absolutely charming and brilliant and so creative - and not just her language, so many things about her. But she has such a deep resentment against me and my many "failings" as a daughter and a woman and a person, apparently, that a r/s is impossible, at least for now. She doesn't enjoy me as a person. I never really realized that. Either I was in denial about it, or I just didn't know it was a value, or I thought it was supposed to be a state you were constantly striving for but never achieved.