So, when I travel he doesn't call. And sometimes, the phone rings just moments after I walk in the front door. He's obviously watching me. I think he has pushed me beyond scared and firmly into pissed off.
In my 20s, I spent most of my time trying to make people love me. In my 30s, I learned to love myself. Now that I'm in my 40s, I'm sharing that love with the rest of the world. But not in a hippy kind of way. Just in a... golden rule kind of way.
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