annoying as all hell, frustrating, & so mean sometimes it leaves me breathless & teary. but underneath all that, he has a core of deep sincere sweetness that also takes my breath. he's often the grit that irritates me into making pearls.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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Wow. Wow.
I too had one of those type of men in my life. Although instead of making pearls........I got the biggest diamond the world has yet to meet, my son!
Keep loving him & maybe someday he will truly learn to love himself!
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