That I've been dating someone.
Our history has been long and complicated, and included several death threats on my part and a fairly impressive bounty demanding that I only be brought in dead on his.
Not that any of that was really personal. When we first met, we were enemies and he was after my granddaughter. Even then, I'd like to think there was some professional respect on both sides.
Of course then he started yelling at me and dredging up vey personal things and naming me a sage.
and.... that made me like him more?
I suppose I understand why some people consider me confusing.
Despite all this he understands me more than anyone else living. And I'm happier than I have been since my husband died.
So I suppose that's worth something.