oh. my. god.
While I was at the grocery store, my husband shaved his head. Like…bald. Bruce Willis bald. Billy Zane bald.
My reaction was less than mature:
I cried, and ran away.
So, I feel like shit about the hair, he feels like shit about me crying over it, and I feel like shit that he feels like shit and…well, you get it. It’s a big loop of shit.
It’s just hair, it’ll grow back…it’s just hair, it’ll grow back…
I wish I hadn’t reacted like that.
(I also kinda wish he hadn’t been curious enough to do it in the first place.)