A Bad Mother Shut-Your-Mouth

I don’t remember a time I didn’t like to talk. I can talk about anything, nothing, everything. I want to talk about successes, problems, or even how much fun I had with you when I saw you .7 seconds ago. I just like to talk (for the record, I’m also a pretty decent listener most of the time). I like people to know how much they mean to me and how glad I am that they are a part of my life. I don’t like to sit on things.

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Sometimes I need to talk. I need to get things off my chest. I am not the person who avoids confrontation. I would much rather have a conversation, discuss whatever it going on, and move on.  If I don’t have an opportunity to talk to the person and resolve the situation, I start to feel a knot in my stomach. I have conversations in my head. I have even been known to create a resolution in my head just so I can quit thinking about it for a while. I’d much rather say, “I love you, and I’m sorry,” than be right (hard to believe, huh?). 

Other times, I need you (collective, not specific) to talk. I need a response. I need an honest answer. I need to hear with my heart.

 

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