Yes, I have found it. The only common denominator between my husband and my father and it makes me go:
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Is their inability to decide.
It kills me. From within.
My father, if he knew English and read my blog would of course disagree. I must give him a A+ for communicating in change. But really, I do not need to be involved in the entire process of you going back and forth. I don’t.
The positive is that I do not need to face his inability anymore, instead I traded it for someone else’s…
What I do, I ignore it and pull out my little vodoo doll. That’s what I do.
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