I've been with her for a little less than 4.5 years.

I don't know what it is. I guess I'm starting to feel like she knows everything. She knows my struggles. She knows why I get depressed, why I have problems with people and emotions. She gives me guidance when I don't know what to say to people in given situations (today she helped me write the script I will use with my shrink in a couple of weeks). She's great at problem-solving. And she is often great at comforting. But sometimes she's not. It's usually regarding stuff that we've already been through a million times already (like my inferiority complex in yoga). And I understand. There's only so many times you can say "I'm sorry you're going through this" before you really want to say, "Come on now. Why is that still bothering you?!"

I actually think there's weirdness going on with the whole topic of yoga between us. She's also having identity issues with it. She's been doing it for 30 years and was once in fairly advanced classes, doing stuff I can't even imagine. But the vagaries of old age have set her back to the very beginning. There are poses she can't do at all. We both struggle for different reasons, but we're both struggling. So when you have the same problem and YOU aren't whining over it but the other person is, of course you're going to be a little "tough" on them. It keeps you from crumbling. (I have no idea if this hypothesis is true or not. But I figure if they can shrink our brains, I can shrink hers. ).

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