One of the things I’ve learned about myself is that I can love someone deeply and still think their behavior is awful. Those two truths don’t cancel each other out. They sit side by side, and I don’t have to contort myself to make them match.
Take Aada, for example. I love her dearly. She matters to me. She’s part of my story in a way that isn’t going anywhere. And still — some of her behavior has been genuinely awful. I don’t have to pretend otherwise to preserve the relationship or the memory of it. I don’t have to rewrite the data to protect the feeling. I can hold both truths without breaking.
The same clarity applies in other relationships. When I express a need to someone — let’s call him Rowan — he often responds with silence. Not less silence, but more. If I send a thoughtful, direct message and he doesn’t reply, I don’t need further information. Silence is the information. It tells me everything I need to know about his willingness to engage, repair, or move forward.
This is the difference between who I used to be and who I am now. I used to interpret silence as complexity. I used to fill in the blanks with generosity. I used to assume the best even when the evidence pointed elsewhere. Now I don’t. Now I trust my read.
I can love someone and still name the harm.
I can care about someone and still refuse to excuse their behavior.
I can hold affection in one hand and boundaries in the other.
That’s not cold.
That’s adulthood.
That’s clarity.
And it’s the reason I feel steady now — because I no longer confuse love with self‑erasure, or silence with depth, or withholding with care. I see what’s in front of me, and I move accordingly.
Scored with Copilot. Conducted by Leslie Lanagan.
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