He wants me to counsel her and nurse her back into happiness.
Why the eff should I do that? Especially I believe that everyone is entitled to a few moody days in their life. Moreover, why should a younger woman counsel an older woman?
It is different when I do it out of my own willingness. But when it is forced down my throat, I can't help but to think that I am decreed to babysit a big child.
She's older than me, for goodness sake, and I have more problems on my plate than she does, and on top of my multiple headaches, I still have to perform happiness resurrection on her?
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