So S.O. and I have been spending a lot of time together.
One, because he left for vacation for a week, and now he's back only until the end of the day today, and then he's gone again until Monday.
Q.S.W. is a little sad and lonely.

A few nights ago, S.O. did one of his famous "asshole speeches."
These, in the beginning, frightened me because it was basically him trying like mad to convince me that he was a utter and total asshole. Thankfully, I realized at some point that all the reasons he would give me during these little speeches were shoddy and full of holes. So basically when they happen now (at least once a month, and usually he's inebriated), I just nod my head and say things like, "Ok Dear."

So back to a few nights ago.
He starts out on one of his speeches.
He starts giving me reasons, most of those reasons are things I've done too, which puts me in the asshole category too.
So finally, tired and wanting to sleep, I say,
"Yes, you've done all those things, what do you want me to say?
Do I care? No.
Do they hurt me? No.
Especially when you take up an argument with me on the fact that I need to take your car to drive home 3 blocks because there is a 30 percent chance of rain out.
If you really want to be an asshole, you might want to re-think those arguments."

At this, he grinned like he was 12, and buried his face in my neck.

I guess males need reassurance just as much as females do.