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4-23-18 NaPoWriMo |
| Angry morning over something that in the long range scheme of things is silly. A tiny, little thing, a bit of selfishness on another's part; probably completely unintentional, unrealized. Yet, a part of me wonders if it isn't indicative of underlying issues. Her passions overflow, misdirected, focused everywhere but where they need to be-- projecting others inadequacies on to me. I am cold or logical when she thinks I should be compassionate. Says I am cruel. I say honest. Blunt. Making excuses for others just blinds to reality. Yet I, apparently, am the bad guy. In the meantime I just want to eat the melons my husband cut up for me, to enjoy the fresh fruit instead of being left with an empty bowl to wash. |