Okay this was a funny pics search fraught with dangers, and things I really DID not want to see but my husband is turning into one of THESE:
I swear. Sometimes it is hard living with the "King of Pain." That is my special song for him, because I was inspecting my injuries and EVERY TIME he told me he had a similar one, only worse. I swear to GOD if I had said my chest hurt, he probably would have had a heart attack right there. I told him it was extremely invalidating and he could simply be sympathetic not go on about how his life is WORSE,. Then, he started crying.
For a therapist my TOLERANCE for crying, including my own, is EXTRAORDINARILY low, If I'm gonna cry I kind of like to do it in a dark room with a pillow over my head. I can fake it at work, but like when he said the house thing "changed him," I said, "It changed ME too. It happened to ME too. It makes me extremely intolerant of what is happening right now, including your tearfulness. Did you cry like this at your doctor's appointment (I can guarantee he did NOT) Did you say you were sobbing endlessly? That you couldn't cope? I am sure you didn't. If this is a ploy for sympathy from me, you aren't getting it. I have no tolerance for crying today, I TRULY don't I'm sorry but if this is your way of communication well I suggest you go to a dark room, put a pillow over your heard, and like, come back when you are done,"
I'm probably a horrible person but I'm going to a meeting at lunch tomorrow. I really have to dude. Life becomes untenable I really need to start sweeping my side of the street, or as I prefer to express that slogan because it is more fun, tending to my own bush. The husband can do what HE wants but it is clear my bush is in a terrible need of a trim.
Anna