Dear Bub,

I hate it when we fight. You’re right; I’m a nasty fighter. I don’t have in mind “I want to win” so much as I want to be heard. I am dominating, controlling, and rude. You put every ounce of meanness you had in you and tried to hurl insults at me. I ate them up and spit them back. And for this I am proud?

No.

I want to be more like you. Kind, sensitive, and true. Please teach me these things before the tears fall.

-Your bub

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