
Love was once a refuge. Now, it feels like a battlefield. The afflicted Sun casts a harsh light. Pride replaces patience, and warmth burns. Intimacy turns into dominance, and understanding fades.
Money becomes a weapon in arguments. Each partner fights for control. Every expense is scrutinized with doubt. Purchases spark tension, affection crumbles under strain. Balance sheets overshadow whispered words of love. Home turns into a battleground of wills.
Pride takes root, growing ever deeper. Apologies are rare, and compromises feel painful. Words once soft now cut like knives. The need to win destroys kindness. Resentment builds, forming an invisible wall.
Perhaps, this struggle is not random. Perhaps, past lives hold the answer. The afflicted Sun demands painful lessons. Growth comes only through difficult trials. Relationships are tested at their very core.
Solutions exist, but they are difficult. Counseling offers a space for healing. Pride must be released for love. Compromise must be chosen over stubborn control. Letting go might restore lost warmth.
The Sun’s glare blinds but reveals. Love, if it survives, will strengthen. True connection is built on trust. Respect, not power, should guide relationships. Love must rise above wounded pride.
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