Yes! Oh, my god, why do you not understand? Whichever one is before me, that's—that's who—
[ he's so rational, so reasonable and calm, and it makes her feel truly wrong, twisted to one side, like maybe if she could just get it right again, then she wouldn't have to feel this way, but she can't, because it's broken off in a way she can't make it move, and everything that is easy for everyone else makes her feel like being slowly buried in sand.
this woman is starting to. cry. pure frustration, the sense of someone too used to her own competency, and trying so hard and it finally not being enough ]
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[ he's so rational, so reasonable and calm, and it makes her feel truly wrong, twisted to one side, like maybe if she could just get it right again, then she wouldn't have to feel this way, but she can't, because it's broken off in a way she can't make it move, and everything that is easy for everyone else makes her feel like being slowly buried in sand.
this woman is starting to. cry. pure frustration, the sense of someone too used to her own competency, and trying so hard and it finally not being enough ]