- A friend told me the most important words a young husband needs to learn are “yes, Dear”. It took me 30 years; my mind finally understand that we have different perspectives, neurodiversities and experiences; and that of our oneness. My mind now see us as the right hand and the left hand. In a way my hands are far more intelligent than my mind. They simply know their oneness. I think if my hands could talk to each other; there would just be lots of “yes, Dear”.
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