Five minutes is six minutes.
That's the one I still find myself guilty of... my SO's are really into this whole "communication" thing.
(And thanks, guys.) If I'm "fine"... I really mean that. I am
fine, doing okay, stop asking and don't read more into it because I am seriously alright and running on an even keel. Keep asking and I'll get pissed. If I'm not doing well at that moment I'll tell you that I'll be okay soon.
I think as women we are conditioned to just deal with it, to be sweet and kind and not argue anything. It's a holdover from the good ol' days, I suppose. Fuck that. I'd rather hash out the problems and deal with the dirt than hold onto them because I won't say anything!