I’m not looking for definition.

I’m just longing for recognition

That you define our position

In our relationship expedition.

But in addition,

Don’t be victim of attrition.

Use your heart and tool of erudition.

And do this in your own volition.

I can’t really speak for tradition

And I do not call myself a statistician,

But, given our story without omission

It would take no mathematician

To see our repeated emotional transmission

I care for you under any condition

And I try to write in such exhibition

But words can’t spell out my emotional emission

Because there’s no such thing as emotional definition

So, identify your inhibitions

And label any opposition

If they outweigh benefits of a relationship transition

Let’s begin remission

And agree on recission

So take my admonition

And if I satisfy that condition

Let us have the definition

And love another with ambition

Because I have no premonition

And I think we’d be a fine composition

And I’ll maintain a perfect disposition

Despite coalition or abolition.

I forget why it happened, but we were at Chris Olivieri’s place one night for a party and Kallie ended up needing to borrow a shirt, so Chris gave her an old Pirates tshirt.  Now, she’ll wear it sometimes.  To bed, or in the morning on the weekends.  All I can think about is that my wife is wearing another man’s tshirt.  I find this wrong (but keep a sense a humor).  Thoughts?

#19 goes both ways.  If you’re not asking people for help, then who is  your family?

You’re considered family when you’re asked for help.  Think about it.  If you don’t feel comfortable asking someone for help, it’s probably because of a varying degree of either fearing their reaction, or not trusting them.  Neither are the traits that exist in a (healthy) family relationship.  It’s a form of flattery honestly.