She tells me what to do.
I cringe and then go against her advice. While I appreciate her counsel, I think I know better what to do.
Forgiving me, she adjusts. Then she offers another piece of advice.
Again, I disregard it. I feel bad, but she just doesn’t understand the situation as well as I do. Is it me or is it her? Am I too picky, too pig-headed? Or is she giving bad counsel?
Without a word, she lets it go. Then she bravely offers more guidance.
I doubt its wisdom. So, I ignore her once again, wondering when she’s going to cut me off. Can she truly forgive me 70 X 7 times? When will I have gone too far? Will we pass a point when the relationship cannot be salvaged?
Undaunted, she suggests another course. Surely I will see the sense of her instruction this time.
I just don’t think she’s right, so I go my own way. Before she can reject me, though, I decide to reject her.
Siri, this just isn’t working out. I’m going to turn you off.