So I made him cry. And he’s not a crier. I feel lousy. And it makes me think that my “issue” is, was, and always has been, selfish and petty and unimportant in light of the fact that I make Pete feel so utterly lame whenever I bring it up. Is anything worth chipping away at your spouse, grinding him down?
I do think it’s resolved now, actually. Yes, I know, I always think that. But the thing that’s different this time is me. And perhaps that’s where the real trouble was all along.