That's one area where I guess I'm not very feminine: I almost never "vent." If I'm talking about a problem, it's usually because I need a solution and don't have one.
A few weeks ago, for the first time ever, I ended up calling my husband on the phone because I was having a panic attack (my sister was coming into town and dragging me and the kids off on a road trip with her, and I somehow got my dates mixed up and realized I had to leave a week earlier than I'd been planning).
He was like "so, what can I do to help?"
And I'm like "NOTHING! "
And then he got really quiet for a moment and then asked "Are you going to be okay? You never do this."
Your and your hub’s clothing thank you, lol. I‘ve had to learn to open up and vent. If I’m mad I’m a the ventingist venter that ever vented, but anything else I automatically keep it inside. And I’ve said a thousand times I wish I could cry better. It’s something I’m learning.