Yea, I STILL talk A LOT but in this case, I managed to stifle my natural instinct to talk and fix but not really for the right reasons. I actually did this because lately we have been getting into our old bad habit of having late night deep conversations that ultimately usually go badly. I decided a few weeks ago that I would just not participate in these convos and try to just let them die if she tried to start one up. I have been pretty successful at this and that night I was trying to do just that, just let her vent and then let the convo die. The unexpected result was that I guess I finally made her feel safe enough to actually talk to me. Once I figured out what had happened, I did manage to keep my mouth shut for the duration, only adding a "Wow, that must have hurt" or "I can only imagine what that must have felt like" here and there. It was a different experience for me but it taught me what it feels like to truly listen, something that until that point, I doubt I had really done much of in my life, at least with my W, and especially when she really needed me to the most.
