The Lodger

“What have you contributed? Nothing, absolutely nothing! You are just like a lodger in my house. That’s what you are, a lodger!” he said with pure disgust. Another senseless but cutting remark. When I met him he already had his house. It was completely furnished. In fact the only thing it really needed was a woman’s touch. The house was so . . . masculine. But here’s the thing, all my suggestions were met with obstinate objections. “I think I should change the curtains!” “Why? I bought them with my money. They have sentimental value to me. This is how you met my house. This is how I like it.” He went on and on about how he built the house himself. I hadn’t paid for anything. But that was 12 years ago. “Babes . . . I’m so sorry. I’m going to travel back in time so that I can make a valid contribution ok?” Naturally that was the last time he called me a lodger šŸ˜

Bridle your anger, trash your wrath, cool your pipes – it only makes things worse, Psalm 37:8

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