He listened to each word carefully. It was her declaration of independence. Her mantra. It spoke to him in a place very deep. It said, I will fight you until you break me.  Do not love me, I am owned.<br/><br/>"I must make room for your mandala," He told her in metaphor knowing she would understand on some deeper level.<br/><br/>It was time to talk about their relationship. What she could expect so that she could pick and chose her battles. Whatever that would mean to her.<br/><br/>"I will give you choices," He began knowing she would not go willingly in any fashion.<br/><br/>"You may decide between those I offer. Not to decide means it's my choice. Be aware that the choices I offer you will be significantly different from my preferred choices.  The decision will be up to you."<br/><br/>"After that it is up to me," He said quietly.<br/><br/>"As for the mandala. As I have indicated, it must be removed to make room for yours. I have asked you to sweep it into the can. You have accepted the brush and are holding it. However you are refusing."<br/><br/>"Now we talked about choices," GoodFellow began calmly. "So here's your first set."<br/><br/>"You can either sweep the mandala into the trash or remove your panties and sit on the stool."<br/><br/>