Another Monday Morning
She lands in a heap on the otherside of the couch, screaming a bitch fit.
You stand, laughing. "My God! Look at the state of you. You're pathetic. Go and get dressed and tidy yourself up, you look like shit!"
Sobbing, she slowly rises to her feet and stumbles her way into the bedroom to get dressed.
You can see the possibilities and quickly consider your next move. Are you going to break her down thus ensuring feelings of worthlessness in her so that she will never have the confidence to stray again, or do you sympathise with her, forgive her and support her in the hope that such sincerity and devotion will win her heart?
You stand, laughing. "My God! Look at the state of you. You're pathetic. Go and get dressed and tidy yourself up, you look like shit!"
Sobbing, she slowly rises to her feet and stumbles her way into the bedroom to get dressed.
You can see the possibilities and quickly consider your next move. Are you going to break her down thus ensuring feelings of worthlessness in her so that she will never have the confidence to stray again, or do you sympathise with her, forgive her and support her in the hope that such sincerity and devotion will win her heart?