On Friday, I wrote about the reality that people aren't problems, situations are.
On Saturday, I heard Norman Lear mention a phrase that speaks to him - Just a different version of you.
Almost pulled the car over to the side of the road to cheer with joy. He spoke a truth I've known all of my life. I am a different version of everyone around me.
I've always known that and I've always gotten strange looks & people inching away from me whenever something I said sort of touched on it.
Maybe that's what was so different about John, from the first moment of our "He is mine/she is mine" meeting. He got it, because he knew it, too. Explains how, with all the friction & unhappiness caused by family dynamics, he's never ever criticized my sibs - how could he, why would he? They're just different versions of us.
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