We are, of course, talking about our beloved man, husband, other half. When us girls are criticized by our husbands for business reasons (doesn’t that happen?), this, of course, is not very pleasant. But at least it's fair. And if our relationship with our spouse does not develop in the “typical action” genre, when the best defense is attack, then we, as a rule, can admit our mistakes. And perhaps even thank you for the following: 1. “Oh, how great it is that you always tell me where I’m wrong!” 2. “You take care of me, delve into all my affairs, I am so grateful to you for this!” But, we are all human, it also happens that our stronger halves are mistaken. “So, should I remain silent even then?!” - a client was recently indignant, talking about what was wrong in her family life at the very beginning of our work, - “How then will he know what is right and how it should be if I remain silent?” But really, what to do in such a situation, fight, proving that you are right (option 1), or resign yourself and remain silent (option 2)? The wise advise, before doing anything, to consider the expected results and think whether this is what what we strive for and what we want. What bonuses await us and do we need them? So, the husband doesn’t understand, he’s wrong, he’s stupid, he infuriates (use your usual verbs), and you know for sure that he’s wrong. Naturally, the first thing you want to do is delicately explain this to him. Sometimes it's not subtle. Well, really, “as much as possible!” I'm a human too! And I have the right to express my opinion!” Having explained to my husband where and how he was wrong, we feel a sense of accomplishment - we pointed out the mistakes and helped justice prevail! Who's great? I'm done! But the husband, instead of realizing and thanking, sulks and does not speak. This is the best case scenario. Or he even yells, gets angry and behaves inappropriately. And our victory no longer makes us very happy. Why? I remember that in my school years, a boy who was showing me signs of attention and I argued about something based on history lessons. (We waited for the next lesson in the corridor and had fun as best we could - there were no phones) He tried to convince me that I knew for sure what was wrong. And even in front of classmates. And it was very important for me to prove to him that I was right: “He’ll see that I’m not only pretty, but also terribly smart, and he’ll fall in love even more!” - This is approximately how I felt the situation at that moment. That’s why I insisted on asking the history teacher for the correct answer. Having taken the initiative, I went to ask myself, just as the teacher passed by us. Looking like Hermione Granger and feeling the same way (it’s a pity she didn’t exist in nature then, otherwise she would definitely have become my heroine) I asked my question. And, naturally, I heard the answer I was sure of. Well, everyone else heard it too. Returning to the company, I proudly said the signature feminine “Well, what did I say?!” But I didn’t see the supposed delight in the boy’s eyes - he retreated while everyone else was surprised and asked, “Well, how do you know all this?” I think there’s no need to talk about the fact that after this victory of mine, his interest in my smart person grew more didn't show up at all. Which, frankly, didn’t really upset me, since my hobbies in those years were the same as those of Potter’s aforementioned girlfriend: “But I proved that I was right and I knew everything!” I didn’t think at all then that I not only won, but also humiliated my knight in front of witnesses, being smarter than him. But I remember this episode very often when working with clients. - I’m so tired of arguing with him and explaining to him obvious things. But I’m even more tired of endless scandals! I haven’t felt his love or care for a long time now. It seems to me that he completely forgot that I am a woman!... - She is always right! Always! And I don’t even want to do anything anymore. And even more so to argue with her. I live as if in some kind of dream. No energy, no desires. And there seems to be no love anymore. But before I was ready to carry her in my arms... So, girls, the result?