Dear Mr. B, I’m sorry I’m not the person you wish I was. I started reading the book, Good Inside. To believe that “we all, at our core, are compassionate, loving, and generous”, that we are all “good inside”, which allows us to “be curious about the ‘why’ of their bad behaviors”. But more often than not, I do “put frustration and anger in the driver’s seat”. I do operate “with judgement rather than curiosity, criticism instead of understanding, punishment instead of discussion”. Sometimes, I am able to see. I see that inside your withdrawal is tiredness and overwhelmness of trying to be an adequate worker and a good husband and dad. That inside your coldness is a protest for your efforts being undermined. That inside your impatience is months and even years of patience, waiting for me to change for the better, running out. But I don’t know how to be rid of my own baggage and my needs. I’m not relaxed as you want me to be. And I want a hug. A thank you even when you are tired. A comfort...
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