Sometimes I Forget

Sometimes I forget that for some people my loving a woman presents a reality which they have trouble comprehending. Not that they disagree necessarily, or wish ill of me and my love, it's just that, for whatever reason, the synapses that would connect me to Alex haven't ever formed (or been exercised) recently in their brains and they're slow to adapt. I find people like this the most difficult; sometimes it would almost be easier if just outright thought I was an abomination (as long as they didn't want to throw me in jail, keep me from getting married, or kill me). I guess, it's more about my reaction really. More that I have trouble understanding how someone can really like who I am, be happy to be in my company and then suddenly...its the facial expression that changes, without words being said. The disapproval, confusion, something. It's the something I can't read. That's the hardest.