Last time you had a really bad day I knew you needed a hug and I didn’t give you one. I felt slighted that you were being so extra when I had been so happy to see you and just wanted love. The result of that was tears and regret on my part for not just showing you some empathy when you all but had your arms outstretched to me for reassurance. Sure, you were selfish for unloading on me the way you did but a hug doesn’t cost anything and I still love you.
Today, I was upset, drained and thrown off by your stress/anxiety but I held you so you could cry. You’re still a man but you’re only human. I just want you to be happy. Therapy isn’t just for crazy people, babe. I desperately want more for you out of life.