Hun,
Maybe love isn't in perfection, but in the "trying."
Expectation is really a joy killer. I don't know how I can stop that. I am learning. In retrospective, I can see your love. But in the moment of it, it's my disappointment that is felt the most. And it's not the love that I remember, it's not the good you put in that stays with me, but it's the disappointment . Standing there in the parkinglot, unable to walk, and you rapidly walking ahead that stays with me. You coming back and helping me later on is over shadowed by the disappointment and pain of watching your back rapidly disappearing between the other cars.
I don't know how to explain it to you, that the pain you initially caused stay much more in my heart than the love and comfort you offer later on. I know that in your mind, it's the love and the administration after that you remember. But I remember both. How can I forget the pain and only remember the love? I don't want to be ungrateful.
BK