I want to be understood.

I'm a strange creature: well spoken, comfortable with words, yet crippled when it comes to talking about my emotions, my hopes, my fears... The really personal stuff. 

This is the most common cause of argument between Boy Toy and I, when we do have them. It can start with my trying to get one little thing through to him. He might understand where I'm coming from, or he might not, but I feel he doesn't. So I keep at it. And I try. And I push. And in my desperate need to be understood by him, I end up throwing all my frustrations at him. Which, of course, only confuses him. He has such a rational mind, how could he get my muddled, half-thought, irrational feelings?

But he tries, he really wants to. I wish I was better at opening up, at exposing what's buried so deep I barely understand it myself.