He bought me a little plant that I like a lot. It’s called String of Pearls and I had a gorgeous one when I lived in another state ten-plus years ago before we moved here.
Then I finally found one here a couple of years ago, but it died this past fall.
And today, he gave me another one.
He also helped me bring in my tender plants that can’t handle how cold it is going to get tonight and tomorrow night.
While I am thrilled to have another String of Pearls and I appreciate the help with bringing in the plants, it also fills me with conflict.
I really hate that. I hate that internal conflict of being with someone who is sometimes nice and sometimes mean.
Just part of the insanity…