I'm alone, and not by choice.
My mother, fails to understand me, maybe, or just likes to remain angry. Whichever it is, I dont particularly aim to sort things out. Nope, don't feel like that.
My boyfriend, on the other hand, DEFINITELY doesn't understand. Or maybe he does, and cant control his emotions. Usually, I understand most things, but in this case, I don't. Maybe I'm more tolerant about things than he is. But yes, things I wouldn't consider wrong if he did it, aren't wrong if I do them. For sure.
Maybe I'll begin to enjoy the solitude.
