All is well.
All is love.
It just cost me my self respect and any semblance to a backbone.
I couldn't stand the frigid atmosphere any longer. The hurt looks, the silent grimaces of pain, the appearance of a kicked puppy.
|Kamerad, nicht schießen|
I apologised profusely.
I apologised for having a little nap because I felt tired.
I apologised for not finishing off all of the weeding in a 3 hour blitzkrieg when a gentle 1 week application would have been more restful.
I apologised for having ideas above my station (eg any at all)
I apologised for speaking strongly and using analogies, which, whilst accurate, were detrimental to my beloved's well being, moral stature and ego.
I apologised for being an individual with my own personal ideas, agendas and consciousness.
I apologised for being a man.
|I will have my revenge. Sometime. When you least expect it. Dear.|