“There is always someplace to go.” He tightened his arms around her, and Willa pretended to believe him. His confidence was enviable and maddening. Most of the time she didn’t want him to solve or contradict her worries, she just needed him to listen and agree with her on the awfulness at hand. This was a principle of marriage she’d explained many times. Today was different. She needed to be wrong.

I fully understand this line of thinking. I have it a lot of time. I just want to be like “I get that you can explain my fears away, but why not just empathize with them for like ten seconds?” There are times I want reassurance and there are times I want to be understand. To not feel like I’m crazy.

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