Acceptance

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it was all about acceptance, she thought.  but then again, no.  It was about never being quite good enough.  She had not thought of these things in many years and now in the darkness of the room she\let them come back and while her fingers groped to type correctly.  Never quite good enough.  She was good enough most days but then sometimes he let his true thoughts slip out.

That is the difference in what he says and what he really thinks.  He is kind and means no hurt  ever.  The love is there.  It is true and she never doubts that.

Never good enough,  The thought hung in the room sucking up the air.

She had perfected the cry, she said once.  It was all  in the breathing.  Let the sadness out in slow, measured breaths.  Yes, she had not forgotten the technique.