I’m sure all of us have seen some version of the joke that when a woman says she’s “fine” she probably most definitely isn’t.

Mark totally relates to this joke because I’m the QUEEN of saying I’m fine when I’m clearly not. I feel like my reasons for this are usually valid. I usually AM mostly fine. But there’s just one little piece of me that is frustrated/angry/mad/sad/disappointed/hurt and until I know how I want to talk about that piece of me I will stay with fine.
Mark hates this. After I say I’m fine he usually turns into a thesaurus.
Mark: Then are you mad? Frustrated? Sad? Pissed off and too mad to talk? Confused?
That doesn’t usually get him very far because he usually sounds more exasperated than caring and, yes, Dudes of America, your tone of voice counts during the “I’m fine” conversation.
This weekend he took a whole new approach.
Mark: You seem… off.
Marie: I’m… fine.
Mark: I don’t think you’re mad at me, but you might be. You sure you’re ok?
Marie: Yes. I’m fine.
Mark: Ok, well you just seem like you aren’t as colorful. See, you are the vibrant colorful part of my life. So I notice when your color isn’t as bright as it usually is. It’s like there’s an overcast. And that makes me sad. I hope you’re ok.
I’m the color? In your life? And you’re sad? Because I seem “overcast“? You hope I’m ok?
I know not every girl in the world wants their husband to talk to them like they are a wounded peacock, but I couldn’t help but become Happy Fine instead of Emo Fine in 5.3 seconds.
Do you do the “I’m fine” thing? Why do we do this? How do you want your spouse to deal with your “I’m fine” moments?
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