it commences as the same old argument idea/dream manifests into innocuous comment and systemmatically is slammed immediately out of your reality…tonite’s event was shared across a restaurant’s table and in between bites of french lamb shank and creamy potato we escalated arguing in hushed tones and i listened again as you again denied the concept of fulfillment of a small idea a small dream to improve shared space to please the eye in this house our home…
we speak of repairs who is responsible… i share dreams of what i’d like to improve or how to achieve it while you, self-righteous and determined in your arguments of property and outcome slam and twist such ideas into yesterday’s garbage…i am certain that our current land baroness sleepwalks in her dazed slumlord mentality hungry for control absolving herself of responsibility for upkeep of her moneymaker and you repeatedly defend her honor as if a kindred spirit as if she were secreting the exorbitant rent back into your pockets for the favor of patient understanding of her landlady-less dysfunction …
we share the sense of home as sanctuary but sanctuary to you = isolation as comfort zone sanctuary to me = space to fill on occasion with those near and dear to share laughter while you worry that once invited they may never leave….and it remains the most glaring of our differences…