"I said something wrong," I tell her. "It was one of those things that came from a good place of wanting to help, wanting to find a solution, wanting to know from an expert on how to do what I do, but it ended up being a completely selfish, not even considering what he was going through plea of tell me what to do."
The shame tonight comes from not knowing what to do.
That thing we do when we feel like we have another shot at 365.242199 days, if I were to go along with that custom which hey, maybe next year I'll be better at giving rather than taking.
Today I am grateful for his calm demeanor, for some insight, for understanding how I don't need to ask those questions of him.