A few nights ago, after a Saturday night spent with Adam's friends, we were laying in bed and I was just fuming about something that had happened earlier, AND through my hot, angry tears I demanded to know if Adam thought I was being stupid.
He reached over silently, put his arms around me, and hugged me to him. I tolerated this for a few moments before turning to him and wailing, "That isn't 'you're not being stupid!' That's 'I'll support you WHILE you're being stupid!'"
"You aren't being stupid," he said affectionately, "just emotional."
I glared. "Men think that's the SAME THING."
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