In a more serious disagreement (aka a blowout fight) with my wife, I often revert to writing my thoughts down in the form of a letter her.
I have taken to running these letters thru ai with the inst...
This is your path to divorce.
If you’re writing letters to your wife, you have completely lost frame.
She’s setting it, you’re operating in hers.
You will not win operating in someone else’s frame. It’s 5/95 success odds, and the 5% are the super skilful negotiators who let themselves lose on purpose to come back from there for negotiation knowing that’s the best chance for them to actually win given the circumstances - ie. not you.
You lose to your wife in some arcade games. In rock, paper, scissors. In a coin toss. Drawing straws. That kind of thing.
You don’t lose to her a battle of strength (obviously), nor wits (it should be just as obvious, but apparently isn’t).
What does your wife need a husband who can’t best her for? Surely she can find another who will and will steer the ship?
Bro, you are on the slipperiest of slopes. Please find your ballsack, give it a good tug, and make sure it’s still there.
You can come back from this.
But you won’t following some feminist bullshit. You’ve got to be THE man or else she will, and then you’re out.
If you’re writing letters to your wife, you have completely lost frame.
She’s setting it, you’re operating in hers.
You will not win operating in someone else’s frame. It’s 5/95 success odds, and the 5% are the super skilful negotiators who let themselves lose on purpose to come back from there for negotiation knowing that’s the best chance for them to actually win given the circumstances - ie. not you.
You lose to your wife in some arcade games. In rock, paper, scissors. In a coin toss. Drawing straws. That kind of thing.
You don’t lose to her a battle of strength (obviously), nor wits (it should be just as obvious, but apparently isn’t).
What does your wife need a husband who can’t best her for? Surely she can find another who will and will steer the ship?
Bro, you are on the slipperiest of slopes. Please find your ballsack, give it a good tug, and make sure it’s still there.
You can come back from this.
But you won’t following some feminist bullshit. You’ve got to be THE man or else she will, and then you’re out.
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