I try to be a strong, supportive, level-headed, and rational wife to this man.
And most of the time I actually think I come decently close to hitting the mark, but today was not one of my better days. I woke up feeling tired, faced a long and grueling day of challenges at work, and came home with a stomachache and the beginning of a migraine. Then I accidentally scratched my own chin and made it bleed so I had to sport a bandage on it for the rest of the evening.
Observe the meltdown:
C: (interrupting conversation) I’m sorry, but I’m going to just say it because I’m feeling weak. I absolutely hate that you have to be away from home so much right now!
B: But sweetie, I thought you were okay with me taking this job!
C: I was, and I still am. And by tomorrow I’ll be able to deal again, I’m sure. But I can’t be steel today. (tearful blubbering)
B: Awww sweetheart, it’s okay.
C: I’m aluminum! Weak, bendy aluminum! With a bandage on my chin! I’m gross!
B: (laughing) You’re not gross; you just have a bandage on your chin.
C: I scratched myself, with my own hand, and now I’m wearing a bandage on my face! That’s as pitiful as it gets!
Laughing, B gave me a hug, a kiss on the forehead, and the promise that no, he won’t ever replace poor pitiful me with a better version who doesn’t have a bandage on her chin, which made me feel (mostly) better.
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll be steel again. Anyway, my face should be healed enough by then that I can ditch the bandage, and that counts for something at least.