No.

Each time she says NO, it is like a reaffirmation of that first NO I heard. It may not hurt as much but it hurts just the same. Dunno why I get myself into these situations. It’s never the same unravelling but it does unravel. Some I chase away. Some push me away. However, I inevitably plead and try to get back. Maybe it’s the pleading or maybe it’s the affirmation that I need.  Jeez, I’m not supposed to be in this kind of place. I shouldn’t. Maybe that’s my particular weakness. Maybe someone understands; maybe God understands. Maybe that’s what Solomon was all about. But hey, he was king, and rich, and wise, and in the Old Testament to boot. I need help. I need to be understood. I need to be loved. I need to be slapped. Hard.