Sometimes Things are Different

I'm such a pessimistic person I strive to write about things that piss me off. Every now and then, something different happens. Something good-natured emerges from the bulls*** we call life, and I am compelled to tell all who will listen. This is what happened. If you've been following my blog, which I highly doubt. I mean let's face it; I'm basically writing for myself. As I was saying, if you've been following my blog you know I've posted an entry about "life at home" titled "The Kids aren't Okay". Honestly, I didn't expect much of this; I was just writing about my family. But somebody, a blessed somebody who I love with all of my being, told me things nobody has ever told me. Nobody has ever told me that it wasn't right, nobody has ever told me that it wasn't fair, nobody has ever told me that I can cry on their shoulder. This person is so good to me, and I don't know why. I used to feel like telling others what's wrong would just bother them, and they wouldn't care anyway. I don't feel that way with this person. I see things different now; I still see try to focus on bad things, but I also let the good things shine through. I guess I'm just optimistically pessimistic.
Just in case you are wondering, yes, this person is also her. I'd also like to ask this person to not respond to this in a blog. There is already too much of me on it.