I've never been accused of being a big mouth. But I do have a tendency to tell the truth according to the way I see it. I don't sugar coat things. I'm blunt. If you ask for my "honest opinion" you'd better be ready to hear it because it's going to be what you get. I don't say things out of intentional cruelty. I don't say things to hurt people's feelings. But the gene of moderation doesn't seem to be one that I've inherited. Then, come to think of it...it wasn't one that either of my parents possessed, either. In the household I grew up in things were black and white. There wasn't really any gray area in between. Some people admire this quality in me. Others have had a dose of it and avoid me forevermore like the plague.
And so that brings me to what I've been pondering for a while. You see, I'm not very good at bridging gaps in my life. I'm not very good at mending fences. I'm good at forgiving, yes. And because I am, I expect others to be, too. I have a hard time understanding when they don't. I have an even harder time understanding people who hold incredibly long grudges. How you can go to ask someone for forgiveness and they won't give it to you, won't even reach out to meet you halfway...won't even give you the opportunity!
I do not understand the human race.
I especially don't understand family.
But that is a whole 'nother story.