The forgiveness need in my own strictly personals this morning is of my husband. Yes, folks, the same man I sometimes call, "My Beloved." I didn't hold out for the world's first perfect human to begin learning how to love. The man has warts. He has been especially hard to understand since his father sold his mother's family farm. http://www.dailystrength.org/c/Post-Traumatic_Stress_Disorder/forum/19595845-courage-change-share . It feels like our relationship has been on a steady downward spiral in the year and a half since.

I believe hubs is a poet by nature and an Ivy League English Major by nurture. His father is a retired big oil marketing executive. Girl, howdy, the pair can play word games to beat any foe. Even the opponents they claim to love. Especially? After 36 years of it, a phrase they both use often has come to be a flight trigger for me. "No, it is more like (of a) ______"

This is me, running for the safety of my own business. Call it whatever you want, sir.

I am multi-lingual and an amateur etymologist. Multiple words for a single concept or physical entity don't confuse me much. I have lots and lots of words for "Care." One word is as good as another. Ironically, I think with my senses far more than words. Translating my senses into human language has been an on-going challenge for my entire life. Whatever word you use for it, I am going to listen to my senses more than your words in any event. I don't really get a choice in that one. The cosmos forgot to ask my opinion before they dealt me that card.

Does he care? It's more like ____?______ Please, give me an proper word for it. Whatever language/dialect you choose.

Sorting. . . Thanks for the sort space.