My partner and I have been trying to conceive for two years and we've started moving through our days like careful strangers, both of us afraid to want too much out loud or grieve too much out loud. Every month feels like a small death but we've gotten too good at protecting each other from our own disappointment.
More people experience this than they realize.
Love is trying to spare the beloved from witnessing our own breaking, but this protection is creating the very isolation both people fear most.
“Where Are You with Desire and its changes over time?”
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.