honesty is humbling

Recently I needed to be open and honest with Joscelin and discuss something that wasn’t easy for me, and it was a humbling experience.

It was a discussion about a problem we had talking about feminism.  Jos described his view of events here.  He had me read it when he showed up to hang out with me, and then we lay in bed and talked.  I had him remind me of enough events that I could remember exactly what I was feeling when we argued, and why I might have behaved how I did.

It’s not that I did anything egregious.  Nor did he.  But somehow expressing the fear, anger, doubt, and distrust that I’d felt required me being open to him in a way that made me feel exposed.  I had to trust him not to use my admissions to hurt me.  And he didn’t.

I feel this post is vague to the point of being completely boring, but I don’t have the energy to fill in the details.