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Once the Cycle of Conflict is broken, we can begin to cross the bridge to Create an Emotionally Intelligent Relationship. 

Never is it too late to change.  As we’ve learned, once the Cycle of Conflict is broken,we can begin to cross the bridge to Create an Emotionally Intelligent Relationship. 

Grasping the importance of identifying and satisfying each other’s relationship needs is the third step in learning each other’s Relationship Languages.  Your goal is to define the recurring problems in the relationship and learn techniques for successful compromise.  In doing so, you’ll gain the long anticipated access to cross the bridge to a life in your field of sunflowers.

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Once the Cycle of Conflict is broken, we can begin to cross the bridge to Create an Emotionally Intelligent Relationship. 

Never is it too late to change.  As we’ve learned, once the Cycle of Conflict is broken,we can begin to cross the bridge to Create an Emotionally Intelligent Relationship. 

Grasping the importance of identifying and satisfying each other’s relationship needs is the third step in learning each other’s Relationship Languages.  Your goal is to define the recurring problems in the relationship and learn techniques for successful compromise.  In doing so, you’ll gain the long anticipated access to cross the bridge to a life in your field of sunflowers.

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My beloved grandmother was content to sit on a porch for hours engaged in storytelling, while I struggled to remain still long enough to listen. Deeply aware of the special gift of her healthy and vibrant presence in my life, I promised myself to spend more time with her, listen more attentively, and put my own agenda aside in order to enjoy her company. Caught up in the rhythm of daily life and the intricacies of my youthful self-absorption, romantic woes, building a business and searching for Mr. Right, the years flew by and grandma’s body began to break down. I now find myself missing her hugs, her unconditional adoration and the sound of her laughter with a longing that stings my soul.

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