It is said that people see what they love and what they fear more than anything else. What does the father see when he looks at his daughter? Does he see his shame and his loss of possessions before he sees his daughter?

Was the father more interested in his daughter or his possessions?

Did the father see Diana more as a personal trophy than a daughter?

How important to the father was Diana's feelings?

Was the father's relationship with Diana too centered around his feelings and too little around his daughter's?

Who do you think Dianna will quicker respond to, her father or her mother?

Which parent has the purer love for Diana?

"You cannot go to that party!" Russell's tone was firm and characteristically authoritative, but Helen had had enough of his overbearing possessive attitude. At first it was kind of cute, even complimentary. His constant concern over her safety, all the attention, all the gifts, even his jealousy made her feel spoilt and wanted. For a time she needed to feel that. He was almost like a father figure sometimes. But she was not a child. She was not his child; she was his wife.

As she opened the car door there was silence. Her look of defiance and anger said all that was necessary. Russell could not bear it and holding on to her arm stopped Helen's escape. Defiance turned to despair as tears filled her eyes and pained her heart. And from her lips through sobs she cried, "You do not own me you know."

“Where do you get this thing about owning?" Russell pleaded in defence. "All I am asking is for you to stay with me and not go to the party. After all we have been through, can you not do this one thing for me? Do you know how many times you wanted us to go somewhere, and I did not, but still I went with you?" Russell's tone was now deceptively lower.

Helen, still visibly angry, countered, "I never forced you to do anything for me. If at any time you did not want to go any place with me, all you had to do was say so. And in any case, if you did anything for me you cannot bring it up now as the reason I should do anything for you. You are my husband, and I am your wife. We are supposed to do things for each other because we love each other, not because we feel we owe each other anything. I do not want to feel that I am in jail; that you have anything over me."

The reason I want you to stay with me tonight is because I love you, Russell pleaded. Angry that he should use those emotionally filled, sacred words (I love you) to hide his insecurities, Helen countered sharply, "No, that is not the reason. You just find that I should not enjoy myself without you. I feel like I am supposed to be a sort of trophy for you to make you look good. You know what I wish for? That for once you will look at me and see, not somebody to show off to your friends, but that you will see me, Helen. I am a person. I am not your toy."

Why was Helen angry?

Did Helen feel free in her marriage?

Will Helen be wrong to go out without her husband anywhere?

What does Russell see when he looks at Helen?

Do you think Russell truly enjoys his relationship with his wife or does he just enjoy the idea of simply 'having' a beautiful woman? Does the 'person' become secondary to her beauty?

Does Russell see Helen as more of an object than a person?

How do you view others?

Do others see you for who you are?

Tommy and Paula were married just under two years when an accident left Tommy with a permanent limp but rendered his wife paralysed from her waist down. She also sustained the most grotesque facial scars. Obviously, a great deal suddenly changed for the couple, especially for Paula, but the one thing she thought would never change was Tommy's love for her. To her heartbreak it did! As the months passed, he seemed more and more distant. But she needed him more now than ever. Maybe a year before it would have been a surprise but when Tommy asked her for a divorce Paula just took it in stride. She offered no resistance. Perhaps she felt that it was unfair for him to be tied to her in this celibate life. Maybe it was her fault, maybe it was nobody's fault.

If it was not for Mark, her childhood friend, Paula might have gone mad from her depression. She needed someone who would hold her hand and connect to her, someone who knew her for who she was, not someone who saw her as the fulfilment of his desires. As Mark would say, "they set each other free."

How pure was Tommy's love for Paula?

Was Tommy's love dependent on something he expected from Paula?

Was Tommy's love based partly on a need?

If someone's love is based on a need, then, if that need cannot be fulfilled, does the love die?

Can True love be based on anything?

When you are loved for who you are, do you feel free in that relationship?

There was once a truly remarkable painting in an art exhibition. Among the many who viewed it was a lady of very high social standing who exclaimed, "Oh, this will be perfect in my hall!" An art professor looked at it and thought, "A great composition, good balance and perspective. I love the way everything comes together in this painting; I would like to have this one." Among the viewers was a rich collector who swore that he would pay anything to own it.

On the last day of the exhibition a teenage schoolboy looked into the piece and was speechless. It touched him somewhere deep in his heart and there it would stay for the rest of his life. A few weeks later he heard that a certain lady now owned the painting. "How odd," the young student thought. "That piece is an expression of the artist's heart, who can own the expression of someone's heart?"

Of all who saw the painting, who appreciated it most? Who got the most out of it?

Can you explain the difference between appreciating something for what it is in itself, and appreciating the same thing for what you can get out of it

What is lust? What causes lust?

Can lust prevent us from enjoying relationships, or even things?

Which approach would be more freeing to someone: to love them for who they are in themselves or to love them for what they mean to us?

Activity: Perform a mime of the following poem:

Liquid Diamonds by: Barnabas J Ramon Fortuné

Once I owned a million, million diamonds

They were the raindrops falling on the sea

Which as they struck the surface of the ocean

Infused with the clear sun's transparency

Shattered, and scattering, made the ocean seem

Studded with jewels, brilliant, all agleam

And suddenly, standing waist deep in the water,

I had become the wealthiest of men.

All these were mine,

rainbow gleaming droplets as far as eye could see.

But thinking then

to own them after rain and sun had gone

I scooped a miser handful but to find,

they straight away turned to water every one

And being angry and distressed in mind,

I hurled the handful back into the rain

When lo! they turned to diamonds once again.