By riverflows on Skatehive
I'm not a very tolerant wife. Poor Jamie. He's allowed to moan about something once, then I nip it in the bud. I don't like feeding the beast of negativity. 'For goodness sake, shush, you've said that already. Let it go.' I'll say. There's only so much negativity I can handle, and only so much 'there there' I'm prepared to extend to my love. I'm not one for repeated stories that are purely speculation. You don't know for sure that things will be that bad, and most of the time, the best strategy is just to deal with it - roll with the punches, and find the small joys. To be fair, he's more a realist - he will read about something and understand what might happen, which can be something that is bad, like this war in the Middle East. I've learnt to trust his viewpoint as he's often annoyingly right. But often his negativity will come from anxiety - so I remind myself to be compassionate first, before telling him to shut up and stop moaning. To be fair, he does the same to me. I think we b