January 26, 2010
I get it. If you’re frustrated with me, you have two choices. One, you can tell me that you’re frustrated with me, and you can be honest about it, and you can hurt my feelings.
Or, you can deal with the frustrating things over and over again, and not say anything, and resent me.
And if we’re the kind of people who are supposed to be able to talk to each other about things, I definitely want you to choose the first option, I really do.
But if, towards the end of that conversation, you have reason to believe that I’m feeling pretty awful about things?
It wouldn’t kill you to give me a hug, or a word or two of encouragement.
I’m just sayin’.