Stop it

 

Darn cute. Timmy 2005

     -Stop talking to me that way. You talk to me that way. To give you a taste of your own medicine.  You are trying to tell me what to do.  No I’m not; I think I’m trying to commiserate; I guess I’ll just have to stop talking to you.- 

     Grousing. How many times? Daily? Weekly?  Too many. Old men and old women. Contempt.

      -Did I tell you today I love you?  Yes. I love you, too.-

    What’s the truth?  Well, we’re good with ambiguity, aren’t we?  What do these exchanges reveal about self love— none,  just right, or  too much?  

      All of these questions. Who am I asking anyway?

      So we talked about the problem.  Now we will see if it changes.