It’s not a whoosh when you understood the point the first time, but the point was just bad.
Sure, I could sit here and think I’m sooo deep and artsy and empathetic for imagining what it would feel like to make the idiotic decision to stew for a night instead of trusting my partner enough to ask a simple question, or I could be a functioning adult and, y’know, not do that.
Hell, if anything, reading this makes me empathetic for the author’s partner. I cannot imagine what that person must go through on a daily basis.