He's not stupid. In fact, Dear Fiance is a mathematical and technical genius. I am not, but that's another story for another time.
Why is it that we long for loved ones to understand us without having to spell it out all the time? Does it nearly invalidate an expression when it's effing asked for? I tend to think so.
Not such a happy camper here right now. At least I have lots of work to keep my occupied so that I don't have to angst over the fact that although we're the same species, men and women are VERY different creatures.
I'm lucky enough to be married to a male communicator. Rare breed. Sometimes talks too much, though. But he still can't read me all the time and even my female friends and relatives can't. I'm not THAT consistent. So in my case, I'm part of the problem! But I don't know that I ever want to be fully understood - all my flaws as well as my strengths--?