Whenever I’m cranky, my husband insists on holding me in a hug lock. He says it’s good for me, but I don’t see how, and the whole thing makes me squirm (only when I’m in a bad mood), but I withstand it, b/c otherwise, he gets offended. It sort of reminds me of how kids play with a dog, and the dog never flips out. Like in this scenario, I’m the basset hound, and my husband is the kid who keeps putting sunglasses over my eyes even though I am a basset hound. Today, he admitted that he knows it doesn’t help…but I will continue to withstand the embraces in my glum moments, because marriage is compromise. Thank you.