Personal TMI warning. What follows is true and unpleasant to read.
When we were newlyweds, I answered questions such as those, thinking that’s what a loving man does.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
It invariably ended up with her angry and then blaming me for everything.
In short order, I left every decision – and I mean every decision – up to her. That way, nothing was my fault.
Sure enough, she became angry on several occasions that I wouldn’t make any decisions or offer an opinion, but the pain of that was – and is – nothing compared to being blamed for everything.
Thanks, and I am following all of the recommended steps so as to take proper care of my brain. To slightly paraphrase Woody Allen, “My brain is my second favorite organ.”
Personal TMI warning. What follows is true and unpleasant to read.
When we were newlyweds, I answered questions such as those, thinking that’s what a loving man does.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
It invariably ended up with her angry and then blaming me for everything.
In short order, I left every decision – and I mean every decision – up to her. That way, nothing was my fault.
Sure enough, she became angry on several occasions that I wouldn’t make any decisions or offer an opinion, but the pain of that was – and is – nothing compared to being blamed for everything.