“Yay but fuck” is what my friend says about moving into a new house after her divorce. Over dinner in a popular, crowded wine bar, we bend over the table to whisperyell into each other’s faces. She says: “People are like, ohmygod, aren’t you so happy you get to make your house exactly what you want, paint all the rooms a different color?” She leans back, shrugs: “I mean, yeah, but I’d also like someone to be there with me and say, ugh, I hate that color, how about no.”
Wow, just wow. Thank you for sharing. Beautiful.
I mean, maybe that is prayer. ;)