PERMIT LETTER This letter serves as an official permit for Ms. Karin Sabrina, daughter, human, and survivor of generational comparisons. I, the undersigned, hereby grant myself permission to: Not always be the patient daughter.I am allowed to sigh, roll my eyes, walk away, or even snap a little when endless lectures clash with my present-day … Continue reading Permission
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Conversation
I have the conversation moment today! You see.. I'm the chatty one in this household, and my husband is taking the part of listening, seriously. So I like to have a good conversation with my husband ... But he doesn't always deliver. No.. it's an understatement, he rarely delivers! And this evening, out of the … Continue reading Conversation
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This morning I was angry with my husband. Not just annoyed—angry. He was supposed to do something, he didn’t, and when I texted him about it, he replied with a laughing emoticon. That was it. The spark. I exploded inside.But then life went on. I carried the anger with me, heavy in my chest, yet … Continue reading Sadhana.2
Not my way
I’m learning to accept this part of him.His coping mechanism drives me nuts sometimes, but that’s because I expect him to be someone else. I compare myself with him — my way of fighting the storm against his way of waiting it out — and that’s not fair.He may not fight the storm the way … Continue reading Not my way
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It was one of those low-energy days—the kind where the bed feels like a warm cloud and adult responsibilities feel like a cruel joke. All I wanted to do was sleep and maybe sleep some more. But no, Fate (and my husband) had other plans. Today, we had to attend a visit—capital V, because this … Continue reading Family
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