Both times I’ve gone out to see Candyce this summer, I feel like I didn’t get any attention from her. I just was not a priority. I talked to her about it a little bit while I was out there, and I thought things were going to get better. Her summer at the beach is finished, and she and her family drove into Phoenix Friday night. She gave me a hug at the door and walked passed me. She was consumed with everything but me.

I figured they had a stressful drive and she just needed to rest. So before I left, I asked her if she’d be able to hang out with me this week. She said no, because she needed to spend time with her family while they were in town. (Didn’t you just spend the last three months with them? At what point do I become a priority?)

Ugh. I hate that feeling. There’s nothing worse than feeling unloved by a person who is supposed to love you. I spent most of Saturday feeling like junk. I woke up miserable and went to sleep miserable. I avoided going over her house. Saturday night I went to a party with her family, and it was more of the same. I might as well have not been there.

So tonight after XLT she and I were driving to dinner when I told her everything that was on my mind. I spilled it all out. She listened, and then explained what she’s been going through. Once we understood what the other person coming from, everything started to make sense. We went back and forth, trying to sort out our feelings and emotions. It got intense. An hour later, we got out of the car, held hands, and walked into the restaurant. That was the best hour of the whole summer.

Before we ended the night, I reiterated what she was going through. Then she explained what I was going through. Man, having the other person explain it back to you is awesome.

I am feeling emotionally messy, but I know this will pass. We are going the right direction again, and that gives me peace.