I did something extremely idiotic that cost us a shitload of money. I feel so stupid. But there wasn’t a word, a look or a sigh of reproach from N. He realized I was suffering and feeling very guilty, and didn’t try to make me feel worse.
This is what it’s about, folks. It’s not about stupid voting or having the same hobbies.
It’s about having somebody in your life who understands that sometimes you are a massive screwup, and accepts it, and helps you deal with the consequences without a pointed sigh or a martyred look. It’s about the great relief of having chosen once and for all and not having to choose any more. It’s about having a place where you are accepted by default because you can’t be swapped for a better, more convenient model.
I don’t screw up often but when I do, I go all out.