Like and love are as inseparable as are one's own set of heart and lungs.
I have a relative who says they love me and yet do not like me.
It took me a lotta drinking to keep myself separated from loving myself enough to live, and yet hate myself enough to not like myself enough to drown the reality of this displeasure.
Never a good thing dividing emotions into quadrants of acceptability,
elsewise we have cleaved apart ourselves into fragments.
Fragments and pieces cannot survive to any useful purpose, much like a cut flower in a vase.
Our alcoholism cleaves our being into terms acceptable unto ourselves;
and too what we have cleaved is fragmental self-acceptability of our whole being.
What-with sobriety we accept our whole-selves.
Acceptance first of ourselves in our wholeness begins the cruckst
and elemental foundation of liking and loving ourselves as once again a whole being.
Like and love are as inseparable as are one's own set of heart and lungs.
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