I go to my girlfriends to ask for advice, and if I’m lucky enough to have a male friend to prod for some noncommittal guesswork, I’ll ask him too.But at the end of the day, I feel confused, insecure, and frustrated.
As a woman (and therefore a natural relationship guru), it’s tempting to think that I know exactly where to go and that I’m just sitting in the passenger seat waiting for you to figure it out. I don’t always know what you’re thinking, I can rarely decipher what it is that you really want, and sometimes your erratic driving makes me wonder if you even want to arrive at our intended destination.
It makes me wonder if I want us to arrive at our intended destination.
Psychologists explain that the male brain is characterized by out—in this case, you.
But just because you are “being a man,” doesn’t mean it’s cool for you to go tearing through a relationship equipped with just your jumper cables and an innate gift for putting things back together.
I your help and—whether you like it or not—that often means I need you to take my hand, tell me “don’t worry I got this,” and then pull over for directions.