I am fully convinced that I am half a person.
At 50%, I am incomplete.

I believe that this sometimes impedes my ability to relate to others, and vice versa, others to relate to me. Many people in my life find it hard to accept me, as I can be very straightforward and honest; sometimes with no remorse. Others have tried their best to fix me, or help me, and all with legitimate concerns; unfortunately most of the time they never ask me where I'm coming from before attempting to solve my problems, leading to a lot of misinterpretation of my actions and intentions. In these cases I am being made constantly aware of my need for my other half as a buffer between me and those other people. With her, I think, I might not be so misunderstood.

Trust me when I say that I'm not making excuses for who I am, but rather fully clarifying what I've already known for some time.

Assuming that I'm right about being only half a person, that also stating that, obviously, I'm missing something. This states to me that there are, to put it simply, some facets of me that just cannot be fixed or helped - no matter how hard I try (though I suppose it helps to be made aware of these facets regardless). Going with that conclusion, I can never become the full person that Is expected of me without my other half; especially when I comes to relating to other people.

A wife helps others to understand what my intentions are when they are to afraid or frustrated to ask me directly.
A wife helps me to understand what other people expect when I misconstrue the signs that are given to me.
A wife knows who I am, because she is me, as I am her, and so she can further share this information with others who simply just don't get me.

That's the buffer.
The filter.
Someone who understands me better than anyone.

I assume she'll accept me just as I am; because she makes up for my faults as I make up for hers. Makes sense. We complete one another. We are one. As one person we'll be that perfect team, that others may understand us both better, but as halves we are simply lost. The problems we have are not so easily fixed, but in searching each other out we find the one that's supposed to balance us out.

I'm fully convinced that a part of me is missing.
A rib, perhaps.

Regardless, I may have to accept my ineptitude at relations until I find it...her...my other half. In the meantime I hope others might be able to see this as well, and no longer hold certain facets of my behavior against me; instead, accept me for who I am.

Not whole.