How quickly
things can change. From all is well, to all is hell. From great day to "great gods!" Do expectations automatically accompany love? This idea that "because I love you" than "I can have expectations for how you spend your time (your money, your life, your mind?)." On one hand it makes perfect sense, on the other, it might make a sane person want to run away.
It's all one can do to live with her own expectations, and the expectations of dependent children, and the expectations of the boss who signs her paycheck. To add the expectations of anyone else might push her over the edge.
Every day, every date, every night is a treat to be savored and enjoyed. To bemoan the loss of such, or an evening spent apart seems to put a lot of pressure on weakened seams.
It's all one can do to live with her own expectations, and the expectations of dependent children, and the expectations of the boss who signs her paycheck. To add the expectations of anyone else might push her over the edge.
Every day, every date, every night is a treat to be savored and enjoyed. To bemoan the loss of such, or an evening spent apart seems to put a lot of pressure on weakened seams.
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