Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read
This is soooo wise — and funny in all the right places too, Madelaine Hanson . Thinking that if I find myself shrieking about the way the dude loads the dishwasher or some other annoyance, is it him or me? Is he hitting my anal side (not the fun way) and am I due for an anger management session, time on the meditation cushion or cutting down the caffeine. Sometimes the universe sends us guys like that as irritants to our inner oyster expressly to bring out our shining pearl (not that pearl). Doesn’t mean we have to force ourselves to keep him but we can at least thank Mr. Irritating for helping us see our own nastinesses and how we inflict them more clearly. 💋
