My husband is one of those rare people who always knows exactly what to say at exactly the right time.
I, on the other hand, am apparently a walking disaster who lights bridges on fire and then uses the flames as a flashlight to find my way forward.
It’s a classic catch-22:
I’m incredibly grateful to have him, because he has on several occasions come running with a fire extinguisher to save the bridges I’ve enthusiastically torched.
At the same time… it annoys me to no end that I always lose this particular competition. No matter how hard I try, he’s just better at being a decent human being. Some people get a trophy wife. I got a husband who puts out my emotional arson.
And the worst part? He’s so damn good at it.
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