I inflicted a non-romantic broken heart upon myself this week. In the grand scheme of things, the entire episode is unimportant to anyone but me. Brooding about this one small thing became a giant Katamari of drama that should be illegal if you are not a teenager.
Despite being together forever and knowing each other so well that we can finish each others sentences, *Doug still thinks that his response to my whining should be the offering of solutions. When women whine about the way things are, they don’t want to know what they did wrong. They want a hug.
Her: “My feelings, blah, blah, blah.”
Wrong Him: “What you should do is <- insert male behavior here ->.”
Right Him: “I’m sorry about your feelings. Can I have a hug?”
Her: “And then this happened and then that happened and then blah, blah, blah.”
Wrong Him: “Well, you shouldn’t have blah, blah, blah and if I’d been there, I would have blah, blah, blah.”
Right Him: <- Insert hug here. ->
*I love him for caring enough to try when it’s futile to do anything except offer a hug.