Around the neighborhood lurk undesirable characters. Not you - you just have undesirable habits. No, I'm referring to those wonderful souls who quietly invite themselves into the homes and cars of our peaceful neighbors, and steal things.
When I lived alone and couldn't return home because of work, I wasn't too worry. I had the blinds drawn over the windows to block the prying eyes of passers-by. The living room lights would automatically turn on when they sensed the approaching darkness of the night. To the outside world, it looked as though someone lived inside.
Now, you and your family live in my home. We happily open the shades to let in the warmth and beauty of daylight. So, to protect you and your goodies from those with thieving hearts, I ask that we close the window shades at night. Otherwise, anyone can stand by the roadside, hidden in the shadows, and easily make an inventory of our belongs brightly lit by the living room lamps. Yet, you repeatedly ignore my simple request.
Are you so pampered that you don't have the strength to stand up and twirl the curtain rod a few turns to close the blinds? Is the darkest outside the windows and the sudden appearance of light from the living room lamp not enough of hint? Are my requests too much for you?
I feel like I'm living in a hostage situation for my life. I've met your demands; I've changed my habits; I've gone above and beyond to accommodate your every desire. How about you put a little action behind your words of "I love you"? How about you clean your messes? How about you respect my wishes?
I guess I could escalate this hostage situation by changing the door locks. But at that point, we would only be negotiating how to get your stuff out of my house. Our relationship would no longer be part of the talks. Then we would become the most undesirable of characters - angry ex-lovers.
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