Yesterday morning I got out of bed before my boyfriend and brought him coffee and breakfast to which he said, “so what’s this all about?” I told him I just wanted to do something nice, and he replied, “mm-hmmm, what else is going on?”
Sometimes breakfast in bed is just breakfast in bed. Really.
What’s funny though is that his question made me pause for a minute to reflect, and scan myself, to make sure that being nice was my sole motivation. Sometimes it’s just too much.
This is what happens when two people with heavy 8th houses get together.
Probing, scanning, registering small fluctuations in facial expression, tone of voice, movement…does the 8th house person ever stop? No. If I’m not probing him, myself or some other person, then he’s doing it to me.