I realized the other day that when I ask a loved one a question, it's really a reflection of ME, not them. While they may react to the questions badly, in reality, I'm asking the questions because of my own concerns or inner demons or anxiety.
What I'm asking they may think to be a dumb, stupid, nagging question but in reality, I'm asking because of issues with myself. Not the person the question is directed to.
Too bad we can't get that message across.
Of course, I just figured it out so that's okay they don't understand I ask questions because I'm having difficulties.
However, pretty enlightening moment for me!
