love and honesty

I just finished watching a really great movie called "Bella". It involved tragedy, but it was so beautiful because the family was so loving. It was as if they could love each other through whatever. I come from a loving family. Most of my compadres tell me flat out that they WISH they were as close with their moms as I am with mine. Unfortunately, I never learned the art of flat out honesty. I have begun to dabble in it lately, but I usually end up pissing people off. My sister is good with it and it doesnt hurt when she does it. She is also tough enough to completely blow off insults and rude behavior without crying or losing her amazingly thorough kewl in public. I am trying to get there. Everything makes me cry (almost) and usually when someone hurts me and I let on that they've hurt me. . .or when I hurt someone else, the love is "lost". I want to get to the point where I can understand that shcrap happens. It does. And when it does, there doesnt have to be any love lost. I mean, let me just be all the way honest. I am soooooo mad and hurt by the actions and circumstances surrounding my first adult relationship, but I still love and even miss him a little. I want him to be doing alright. I want to. . .whatever. Anyway, my point is that I believe that on my quest to finding my inner goddess (more on that later) I have to learn to be all the way honest about my joys and pains and likes and dislikes and not be afraid of or led by my fear of loneliness. If we fall out, we can fix it. I am kinda impulsive (when I'm honest with my self) and if an impulse led me to snap at you the love can just as quickly lead me to apologize. Right?