Before all this was happening, over 35 years ago, I always told my kid candy was not good for her and allowed her like 10 pieces every year. We would dump out her bags, she would happily pick 10 and I would drag the rest of the crap to my job. But you just can't get really absolute about anything. It is harder to constantly struggle--not only with the STUFF, but with someone else who does not want to hear it all. A happy medium--an even keel--needs to be found, or the ship will turn over and your love will drown. The grass is never greener on any other side of the fence.
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