Okay, okay, I know you're in suspense!

We've patched things up, for now. After the argument, I went on my heated walk, a talk with Drea, posting my blog, another heated walk, and some music downloads, Lacie returned from Brian's in order to talk things out.

Basically it boiled down to me not being able to see through her filter and vice-versa--a matter of misunderstanding in the details, but a matter of disrespect in the big picture. I made it very clear that while I was offering her a space in my home, and looking out for her the way I have all these months, she wouldn't talk to me the way she did ever again. Maybe that comes off as parental, but it's important to me to make sure she knows that I won't take that kind of blow up again.

I don't think I've been irrational in my reactions. I get the feedback that I'm on the right track, so I'm sticking to it. I guess it's very hard for me to put myself where she is. It's hard to be compassionate when she says things that are kind of insulting. She made a remark about something being wrong with her as the reason she's being "rejected" (HEAVY quotes, there), which I was taken aback at.

I thought "Inconsiderate, much?" was an inappropriate response, so I phrased it as: "Lacie, do you think there's something wrong with me?" She immediately answered "No", which I expected, of course. So I said, "How many guys was I rejected by in high school [for her sake or otherwise]? That doesn't mean there's something wrong with me, or with them, necessarily. It just is. You can't blame yourself for his decision."

Well, bottom line, I'm just trying to step back, while remaining as supportive as I possibly can. I'm getting the green lights, I just need to keep going.

Man, I wish I had more good stuff to go on! I watched Sabrina tonight, and I've decided I just need to transport myself back to a time when women wore gloves and beautiful dresses. (Not really, I like pants and the internet and everything--I just wish people took dressing up more seriously, like dressing up to go to the theater. Like, you know, going to the theater once in a while).

Sigh. Happy Fourth to those of you ahead of me in time zones (although it doesn't mean much in Europe, does it? :P).

Hope it's a good one!

-Alyssa