Hubby gave me some tough love last week. Basically, he repeated what he had already told me (more than once or twice), said what I already knew, and he felt better.

Me? Not so much.

I'm over it now, but for a couple of days I was hurt and withdrawn.

What is that spurs normally sane and rational people to state the obvious to others who didn't ask for their help?

Because we love them and hope that by saying it one more time, they will get it.

Only one problem: it rarely works.

Bummer, though. Wouldn't life be great if you could walk by a relative who was wondering whether to marry the loser, and all you had to do was whisper, "Don't do it. You'll be sorry." And they listened.

Communication problems would cease. Countries would live at peace. We'd never argue about having Chinese or Mexican for dinner.

Life would be good.