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  1. #1
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    Big slow hugs to the three of you. Much love and courage your way.

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    I DO think men and women think differently. My husband often has no clue when I am upset or disappointed in him - and when I back him into a corner over a little misunderstanding, it usually results in no change, only more disappointment. So I get it. I try to be clear and try to give him some peace, and some slack, and he generally tries to be more considerate (because I have asked him to be.)

    I love the following story. It's funny but it is also very true.

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    The Differences Between Men and Women
    > --------------------------------------
    >
    > Let's say a guy named Roger is attracted to a woman named Elaine. He
    > asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A
    > few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy
    > themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a
    > while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.
    >
    > And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to
    > Elaine, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you
    > realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly
    > six months?"
    >
    > And then there is silence in the car. To Elaine, it seems like a very
    > loud silence. She thinks to herself: Gee, I wonder if it bothers him
    > that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our
    > relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of
    > obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.
    >
    > And Roger is thinking: Gosh. Six months.
    >
    > And Elaine is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of
    > relationship, either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so
    > I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going
    > the way we are, moving steadily toward . . . I mean, where are we
    > going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of
    > intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a
    > lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I
    > really even know this person?
    >
    > And Roger is thinking: ... so that means it was ... let's see ...
    > February when we started going out, which was right after I had the
    > car at the dealer's, which means ... lemme check the odometer ...
    > Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.
    >
    > And Elaine is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe
    > I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our
    > relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed --
    > even before I sensed it -- that I was feeling some reservations. Yes,
    > I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about
    > his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.
    >
    > And Roger is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the
    > transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not
    > shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold
    > weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this
    > thing is shifting like a stinking garbage truck, and I paid those
    > incompetent thieves $600.
    >
    > And Elaine is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be
    > angry, too. God, I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I
    > can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.
    >
    > And Roger is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90- day
    > warranty. That's exactly what they're gonna say, the scumballs.
    >
    > And Elaine is thinking: maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a
    > knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right
    > next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person
    > I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A
    > person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic
    > fantasy.
    >
    > And Roger is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them
    > a worthless warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up
    > their .... .
    >
    > "Roger," Elaine says aloud.
    >
    > "What?" says Roger, startled.
    >
    > "Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes
    > beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have ... Oh God, I
    > feel so ... so ..." (She breaks down, sobbing.)
    >
    > "What?" says Roger.
    >
    > "I'm such a fool," Elaine sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I
    > really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no
    > horse."
    >
    > "There's no horse?" says Roger.
    >
    > "You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Elaine says.
    >
    > "No!" says Roger, glad to finally know the correct answer.
    >
    > "It's just that ... It's that I ... I need some time," Elaine says.
    >
    > (There is a 15-second pause while Roger, thinking as fast as he can,
    > tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one
    > that he thinks might work.)
    >
    > "Yes," he says.
    >
    > (Elaine, deeply moved, touches his hand.)
    >
    > "Oh, Roger, do you really feel that way?" she says.
    >
    > "What way?" says Roger.
    >
    > "That way about time," says Elaine.
    >
    > "Oh," says Roger. "Yes."
    >
    > (Elaine turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him
    > to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it
    > involves a horse. At last she speaks.)
    >
    > "Thank you, Roger," she says.
    >
    > "Thank you," says Roger.
    >
    > Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted,
    > tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Roger gets back to
    > his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately
    > becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a tennis match between two
    > Czechoslovakians he never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses
    > of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in
    > the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever
    > understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think
    > about it. (This is also Roger's policy regarding world hunger.)
    >
    > The next day Elaine will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of
    > them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours.
    > In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and
    > everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every
    > word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering
    > every possible ramification. They will continue to discuss this
    > subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any
    > definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it, either.
    >
    > Meanwhile, Roger, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual
    > friend of his and Elaine's, will pause just before serving, frown, and
    > say: "Norm, did Elaine ever own a horse?"
    I can do five more miles.

 

 

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