Daddy and I started this blog together hoping that we could share our relationship with other people. Letting them know how we progressed. I thought we were at our strongest, but I was wrong. All those times when I thought we were good and things were flowing along nicely. Then one day it all came out that he wasn’t happy, that I was too demanding and he felt like I didn’t include him. So, instead of starting this blog at the beginning of our relationship I’m starting at the end. I can’t tell you how floored I was when I heard that he was unhappy. How could I be so blind to his discomfort? I guess maybe I am the most self-absorbed person on the planet. He told me how he felt that he’d had to sacrifice so much for me and I hadn’t sacrificed anything for him. I apparently had made up in my mind all the ways I had shown him that I loved him. I still love him, I probably always will. Maybe I just can’t show my love to someone else because I am so guarded. I left him a message telling him how much I appreciated his patience and the love he’d given me. I do feel sorry for the fact that I got so much from him, and he must not have gotten anything from me. It makes me feel like I’m a big black hole sucking all the life out of everything around me. I am confused to say the least. The only way I know to deal with the situation that I’m in now is to shut down completely and just not feel anything. He’s right, I always run away. This is me….running.