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It was my wife who first pointed out I'd never taken the time or initiative to do something for anyone other than myself.
“You can't think of anyone but yourself, can you?” she often asked. We were in the living room of our two-bedroom apartment, each of us on one of the couches against the walls of the room. Ellen liked them to face each other. It was better for when we had company. She and I would sit on one couch and whatever couple we might have over on the other. She always said it would be easier to converse this way.
Not that we had much company in the two years we lived in the apartment together. We never seemed to have anyone to invite. This was blamed on me because I was too anti-social.
I didn't bother responding. In her mind, she already knew the answer, so there was no p
