Out of bounds

Over the last few years I've learned to joke about having Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia, which is the main thrust of The Project.

However, yesterday proved that I still have boundaries.

Adam and I were talking and he made a crack. He thought it was funny. It brought tears to my eyes. I pushed past him as he tried to hug me, said things to make the situation better:

If it was an issue for me, I wouldn't have married you ...

Love you more than I've ever loved anyone ...

Always seen you as beautiful, always ...

"Shut up," I said, whirling to face him from where I sat on the couch. "Just shut up. Do you know how to shut up? Shut up."

Fact is, he was just joking. Joking the way I do, the way I've said I could never joke in the past. Proof that I've moved forward.

Still, we both learned something. I learned just how sensitive I am, and how sensitive I may always be. He learned that sometimes going for the joke is the wrong thing, no matter how innocuous it may seem.