Honestly, I don’t think I can stress this enough.
I’ll never forget the feeling I had inside when I was leaving work one day. I remember it was that “I want to cry, but I don’t know why” type of sentiment. I called one of my best friends because I was walking in the middle of Mid-town New York about to have a break down.
I was looking at the screen of my IPhone just thinking this girl better pick up her face-time. When Randee finally picked up of course that’s when the tears started rolling. I just needed someone to vent to. I knew the last place I wanted to go was home. I spoke with her as I was trying to figure out where I can go sit and have time to myself.
Being that I am a woman I find that a lot of times we feel like men should know what we’re thinking. Certain things like what we would like them to do and what we would NOT like them to do. Now a lot of the times we either would rather not nag and complain because we want you to figure it out on your own. Another reason is because we feel like if we do spell it out that it won’t be done and that will bother us even more.