

So we went for a hill walk. I told Dan that I was sorry that his mother is a hyper critical, super competitive, over analyzing, perfectionist and that I was putting it onto him. I told him that it wasn't him I was frustrated with.. it was me. And that he was pretty amazing and how impressed I was with him. And that I was sorry... so sorry. Whether he understood... it made me feel a smidge better. But not really. I do enjoy him and I do have a blast. And I am super proud of him and proud of us, but.. it's so hard to not get frustrated with things. I feel like we are stuck and can't get past this level. I can't decide what I need to do to fix it... and that bothers me too because... dangit I want to fix it. Sigh...

Oh well. I let him graze a bunch and then we headed home so I could work on the fence with Mike. Which, we got a lot done, but... not finished yet.
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