he reminded her that his compassion was hard won

You keep saying so.

I do  because unconditionally you dole out your compass . . 

. . You think compassion has conditions?   it was nearly a snarl

It should  it should because the people who have secured your unblinkingyour unquestioning compassion arent worth it Theyre using you And not that I havent said this before to you about them 

                                                                                   Theyre  snakes 

That’s cruel.

To whom

To them, and to me . . 

. . Stop Yare like your mother You fall over yourself to help someone reflexively  without thought without questioning the circumstances yare so willing to aid

her eyes were wet   she glared

This conversation is not new You knew this about me when we dated You knew this when I asked you to marry me  Not new

 

Compassion We either have it or we dont I do  but at the price of knowing why I should be compassionate

Tryin to cultivate it I think thats appropriate cultivate it it is not an innate quality for me anwhile I may be improved exhibiting it an indignation hangs  a stain colours it

Donya think a shallow compassion is treacherous

Compassion Latin  To suffer with

 

Am I making any sense We havent gone into this this deep before

It is my compassion; and I will use it as I see fit.

Anyado Ive never tried to limit it you Yare upset is that Im not elbows an knees in it with you Thats not questioning you I accept you as you Im asking that you accept me who you knew me to be  as me

Why . . .

Please A shallow compassion I would eventually resent whoever because I didnt need to suffer their pains I chose to An choosing I can as easily choose to turn my eye away ignore them cease my discomfort 

Shallow compassion doesnt work 

When mine is earned Im all in 

Out of hand  out of hand   the only compassion Im willing to dispense without conditions though conditions are implied is for you and the children

Everyone else can bark up a tree without attesting first why they should deserve mine

 

the hastily constructed dam broke tears dribbled out of her eyes 

                                                                     she didnt sob 

I thought that you, you might see, one day, the error of your ways.

he didnt say 

            he thought  she was religious her parents were elders in the Presbyterian Church you worship a God who is Remote youve let Him snuff the godlike Nature which is inherently yours 

                                                                             unfortunately  not a discussion

 

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1511,  Monday,  1  3. 21