Melanie Hamlett, writing in Harper’s Bazaar, has a story that I had saved to Instapaper a while back and then saw again recently. I read this bit, and then I realized it’s me.

Kelly’s boyfriend refused to talk to other men or a therapist about his feelings, so he’d often get into “funks,” picking pointless fights when something was bothering him. Eventually, Kelly became his default therapist, soothing his anxieties as he fretted over work or family problems.

I admit I still do this to my wife, and I recognize I need to stop. She absolutely “soothes my anxieties,” and I see I need an alternative. Part of the problem is that my close friends with who I can have deep emotional conversations aren’t nearby.

I’m not sure what I should do… maybe find some new friends?