“Do you think you can do that?” he asks. It’s the most uncomfortable, non-sexy conversation ever. I’m crying. He’s frustrated. The phone is burning a hole in my ear.

I feel upset and put-out. Nothing feels right, nothing is going right, everything is crashing down around me and I’m not sure why. I’m grouchy that he’s trying to come up with solutions while what I really need is a hug. A hug that isn’t coming because it can’t bridge half the Pacific Ocean. So I come back with a non-committal.

“Yeah, I can try.” whatever

“I want a yes.”

Oh. Right.

“Yes.” It comes out all by itself and I’ve agreed to do it all. That feels so much better.

…Sometimes my choice to submit surprises me. But it’s a good surprise.