Epiphany

Saturday, Paul and I had yet another conversation where I ended up frustrated because I asked Paul a question and just wanted an open, honest answer and he, yet again, responded by saying what he thought I wanted to hear. Consequently, I may have had a mini rant about how I wasn't looking for something specific when I asked him a question, just wanted to know how he felt, really felt, that is.  After some time of this mini rant this conversation may have happened:

Paul: Christa, I just had an epiphany.

Pause.

Me: What's that?

Paul: You want me to be honest with you.

Me: Really?! 

If only I hadn't been so obscure all these years....