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It’s Not About the Cheese
I almost banished my beloved to the hinterland because he ate my cheese. I was fuming! The appropriate response from therapy and married retreats: “I felt _____ when you _____,” just didn’t pack enough punch for this personal attack! In healthy communication, there is no finger pointing, but I was there! If looks could kill, I’d be collecting insurance benefits. Thanks to COVID-19, my beloved had a conference call to scurry off to … good timing on his part. I asked myself, “Why so much anger about snatched cheese?” Anytime I have an eruption like this, it’s never about the
