Pepole tell me all sorts of things – people I hardly know, about all sorts of personal things – and yet it seems that I’m not being a good listener to the person I love the most. Is that what’s so difficult? I want to interrupt and say “let me fix it” but of course that isn’t the answer. I have to give what I would like to get myself – someone who believes me and tells me that, actually, I’m doing just fine.