...and I'll tell you who you are.
It's an old Creole proverb. Well, that's what it is in the version I learned. A quick google search suggests that many cultures have essentially the same proverb.
I had a dream last night. It's a recurring dream, but it had a twist this time. I dreamed that Dave crawled into bed with me, begging forgiveness, asking to be taken back. Please know that this is not something my rational mind expects in the slightest. It's not even what my rational mind wants, but I can't control my dreams.
The twist is that this time I kicked his sorry self out of my pretty bed and sent him on his way. I guess my subconscious is finally catching up with the rest of my brain!
So, is the converse true? Tell me whom you DON'T love and I'll tell you who you are? Because today, I'm feeling strong enough to say that I deserve better than what he was offering all those years. Take a hike, big guy!