So here I was, moaning and groaning how I’d fallen of the wagon, how I was eating all the kids’ candy, boo hoo, what should I do.
So what does my husband say?
“Sounds like you should start tracking again. And set a goal.”
Sputtering. Bu-bu-but.
Leave it to a guy to cut through the crap. I’m starting tacking again. As for a goal? Hmmm…
Lynn C
November 13, 2009 at 2:28 pm
Women complain because they want sympathy. They want to tell a story and listen to someone say “yeah, that sucks… it’s like this time when I…” Men complain because they want solutions. They say “I don’t know why picking up the soup pot hurts.” and they want to hear “because you need to use a potholder, dipstick.”
Thus, when women talk to men, neither of them is getting what they want.
This tendency then, to talk to one’s significant other… is what results in a lot of nights sleeping on the sofa.
Wendy
November 13, 2009 at 7:43 pm
Totally true. But after I got done being annoyed, I could see he was right.
Sometimes, the answer is obvious. How far was (self) pity getting me, after all?