kicking tender_square "i don't want to get into a whole thing," she said. she sat on the couch trying to eat her breakfast without getting upset. he sat at the other end of the couch and stared at her instead of the movie she had found that they both enjoyed. "it's just...i feel like you went after me last night." she took a bite of her toast and chewed methodically. "what do you mean?" "with all that talk about me abandoning you." "you were the one who said that you realized you had been too hard on me, and that was me agreeing with you. i don't understand what the issue is." "remember when you said that since september you've had more compassion for us? that was me having greater compassion for you. for me to recognize that i'm in the same spot you were, dealing with a great deal of loss, and it was me wondering aloud if i could have been better toward you." "i feel like i've never gotten to say that to you before. it was all directed towards me and the things that i was doing wrong." "it makes me feel like i can't defend myself—and i don't want to!—but it feels like you're kicking me when i'm already down." 221224 what's it to you? who go blather from