The inner child
In the midst of an argument over having or not having children, I called my husband “dad” – how Freudian can you go? After complimenting his outfit on his way to a job he subconciously did not want, he lashed out at me to stop complimenting him – hello, 2 year old! My sister says to me about my mom, “she was only trying to . . .” – is it true that mom loves…