Toxic Love

Many times we don’t realize we are toxic to someone else. It’s only when that person tries to set boundaries with us that we come to realize we’re actually the problem. Even with good intentions, a grated cassava remains grated cassava.

Often, it’s the story our presence tells that is toxic.
It’s always good when we recognize that and do the person’s environment a great service.

This is my candelabra plant that keeps damaging my Monstera leaves, there’s always a leaf that it’s tearing or poking. In the end, I had to separate them.