My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Misinterpreting the Message
Facts and the form in which they are enacted may differ and so there will be conflict in relationships, though the argument is about the fact as interpreted from the manner in which it is expressed. It is people saying they are not loved only because the form in which love is expressed by each may vary.
Labels:
conflict,
expectations,
interpretations,
love,
relationships
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment