Let’s call me “C”. I’m married to an amazing man called “N”.
I have unusual emotional patterns. I usually do well for a long time, and I break on a random day, and it takes me a while to feel better. I broke yesterday. My husband, N, helped me through it all day.
He held me, he massaged me, gave me a bath, washed my hair, wiped my tears, tucked me in for a nap, brought me on a walk, and helped me float in the pool all to get me to calm down. N is so emotionally out of my league. Physically, we’re about equals though. It bugs me how much better he is at emotions.