I’m learning to accept this part of him.
His coping mechanism drives me nuts sometimes, but that’s because I expect him to be someone else. I compare myself with him — my way of fighting the storm against his way of waiting it out — and that’s not fair.

He may not fight the storm the way I want, but he stays in the boat with me.
And maybe acceptance begins there: letting him be who he is, without demanding he become my reflection.

Karin Sabrina