How many times do I have to (try to) say, “I understand what you’re going through; I wish I knew how to help,”
“I’m doing this for your sake – why does it have to be this difficult?”, before slamming my head in a door becomes more comfortable?
Whatever. Understanding has to come from both sides, but is usually based on a preferred view. I am only a push-pull system of logic and instinct, after all.
I won’t try again.