By Shawn McAndrew My dad was a score keeper – someone who made darned sure he was never deficient in returning a favor, and made sure he got even if he was wronged.
As a good daughter – and in the tradition of negative love – I became a score keeper, too. I could never let anyone do something for me without returning the favor.
I normally wouldn’t let someone do something for me in the first place, but if they caught me off guard and did something nice, I would make sure not much time passed before I evened the score.
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