The real me

Hello Everyone:

Happy Daddy Day to all the dads, dad figures, to the moms who are both mom and dad.

 I'm supposed to attend the teenage nephew's middle school graduation.  Oh boy.  The up side of it is that his mom and dad had to cancel the celebratory dinner because mom has to catch a flight to San Frnacisco.  Boo freakin' hoo.  I'm so distraught over this.  If I sound spiky it's because I am in a spiky mood and the quills were out yesterday over lunch.  It was mostly expressed anger and resentment over the shoddy way they acted over my graduation last year.  Yes, it was over a year ago but the emotions still linger.  Friday evening over dinner, I had it out with mom.  I don't think she still gets it and probably never will.  The bf, who was witness to the quill throwing, was totally understanding about it.  He's just a great guy. We talked about it, while he was taken aback by the spikiness, he understood it and still loves me.  I don't think my spikiness diminished me in his eyes.  It is part of who I am, the real me.  I never could understand why people, especially women, subvert their true selves when they're in relationships.  I guess it's because they're afraid if the the authentic self came out, then the other would leave them.  You know what?  That's a load of bollocks.  If you present yourself without the pretense or artifice and the person you're with leaves, then that's on them.  People in relationships shouldn't be afraid to be their true selves.  Conversely, if you can't love a person warts and all then you need to look at why.  As Popeye once said, "I am what I am."