A few weeks ago a friend of mine returned home to be accosted with the evidence of egregious behavior on the part of her fiancé. Words were had, and the relationship went into a nosedive.
In a message to me yesterday she wrote “…I will continue to be a lady and take the high road in all dealings with him, and will forge ahead with my life and my projects.”
Taking A Walk On The High Road
Later in the afternoon, while pondering the complexities of unravelling a long-term relationship, I received an unrelated email from someone outlining the specifics of a financial transaction, which made me feel that I was being nickeled and dimed: I paid for this, you paid this much for that, this costs X so you owe me Y.
Reading the email I could feel my blood pressure rising and I wanted to get on my soap box and pontificate about the cost of intangibles and experiences and how fundamentally, asking for reimbursement showed the lack of depth of moral character.
Instead I went to Starbucks and got a Frappuccino.