We got lemon cake instead of chocolate. D thanks me for my compromise.
Oh, man, like I am suffering with yummy lemon cake. I do prefer chocolate.
As D prefers lemon, but hardly suffers with chocolate.
This is the kind of good compromise, giving way on pleasures and preferences.
With the ex, I compromised on myself, wore ragged clothes when he got himself a leather bomber jacket. Ate little for a year so he could buy a computer. As examples. At the divorce hearing the Judge asked me why I wanted the divorce.
"He drank too much."
"Aha."
"He stole money from me."
"Aha."
"He was hitting me."
His head drops, he signs the papers.
There are compromises and being compromised. I'll gladly give up a bit of chocolate to please D. He takes care of me.
6 comments:
"There are compromises and being compromised."
QFT, as those of my generation are wont to say.
Nice.
Mmm, I'd be hard pushed between chocolate and lemon... I'm getting coffee and walnut for my birthday. It was supposed to be a surprise but then I inadvertently gave away I knew.
The art of true compromise is becoming more alienated in our culture. Good word!
I was in a poetry class once and the word that held the most importance there was "resonance". This may not be poetry, in the traditional sense at least, but it definitely has a lovely rhythm and resonance.
I really enjoy stopping by here.
p, indeed
U, thanks
L, walnuts give me mouth sores, but I do love them. Any nuts, really. Especially on chocolate.
qb, I'd say I'm pretty alienated.
phx, welcome.
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