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.
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I find your husband’s recognition of the futility of his actions very bittersweet. Like he believes against all reason that if he holds you long enough, the evil spirit will vacate you. I think I saw a Law & Order: SVU that was about this, except the well-meaning Pentecostals that were trying to exorcise the demon from a troubled child ended up smothering it with their hugs. Don’t become a statistic.
oh my god. i think i’ll start support group