While reading this post, Colleen, and having an ego the size of Everest, I fall into a trap of my own making. We are all wrong many many times in our lives. The ones we love forgive us. They forgive the shouted remark, the times we don't hear, the selfish act occasionally. None of us are perfect, none desire to be so.

I find myself going to sleep asking if I deliberately hurt someone that day. On the days I can nsay, no, not deliberately, I sleep well. But we all have days we wish we'd been a little better.

I hope, in fact I pray, the woman I love too well would not love me back because I have some traits I'm always working on. Unfinished.