You probably have a pretty good idea of what someone acting butt-hurt looks like, but today I’m going to paint the picture especially for you.

Being the masculine half of the Tiff & Jack duo, I have firsthand experience with being butt-hurt.

I know when Tiff says to me, “Can I share something,” my ego is in trouble, which of course is the precursor to the infamous butt-hurt moments.

I hate acting butt-hurt, it’s a damn pain in the ass. My ego gets all up-in-arms wanting to prove why “I’m right, and they’re wrong.”

May I get even a bit more personal with you?

The other morning I had showered, eaten breakfast, taken the dog for a walk, kissed Tiff’s sweet lips, and headed out the door ready for a great day of building our website and working on our online relationship program.

I had just dropped our son off at school and was getting ready to drive to the office, happy about getting such an early start, when the infamous *ding ding* chimed on my iPhone, I look down and see Tiffany’s name and instantly I realized I had dropped the ball.

Oh, it gets worse!

The day before I had lovingly told Tiff I would get the dinner dishes done, and pick up some coconut milk in the morning after I dropped Anders off at school.

Guess what . . . I forgot both things! Shit!! I was in trouble and I had no excuse, but believe you me, I searched until I thought I had found a really great “reason” that I had not kept my word.

My text to her:

I’m in a state of huge amounts of thought and energy with everything going on, business, and getting emails out. I am coming home to do the dishes right now. I’m sorry.

Her text to me:

Sorry doesn’t cut it, I need to know that I can count on what you say you’ll do. If you aren’t really planning on it, don’t offer. This makes me feel like you don’t really appreciate me or care about my feelings. I honestly feel like work is your priority and I’m not, and that doesn’t work for me.

Adrenaline gushed through my guts.

I drove home . . . pissed as hell, and did the dishes, with a chip the size of Texas on my shoulder.

Butt-hurt all the way!

Who was I pissed at?

Was it Tiff for being clear about how she struggled to trust what I say when I don’t follow through?

Or was I pissed at myself because I hadn’t followed through, and the precious feelings of my feminine peach were caught in the crosshairs of my ignoramus ways?

The harder I tried to prove myself innocent, the more butt-hurt I got.

I couldn’t come up with 1 damn thing as to why it wasn’t my fault.

I said I would do those things and I didn’t. It was as simple as that.

I do understand that you, the feminine, need to be able to count on your masculine partner to do what they say they’ll do. Hence, your feelings are cherished.

What is the #1 way your feelings are cherished? (If you will be so kind as to share right below this post, all of everyone else will be so happy to hear from you.) 

When your feelings are cherished by your masculine partner, your trust grows, allowing you to be more vulnerable and open to receiving what the masculine wants so badly to give you.

It took me about half a day to unravel my butt-hurt and get back to center.

My take-away: Be Impeccable!

And if you make a mistake, apologize, but even more importantly get your actions in alignment with your priorities, and STOP the excuses.

Excuses do nothing more than emasculate you, and turn your feminine partner away in disgust.

I want Tiff to know that I adore her and the fastest and easiest way to do that is by doing what I say I’m going to do.

I could hit the million dollar gross revenue mark and if I forget the milk, I have missed the whole effing boat.

Life is about love.

Love is about connection.

And connection is all about me cherishing the feelings of my beloved.

Oh, and don’t forget the godamned milk!

It makes ALL the difference.

Hope to see you in the comments below, because I want to know all about your feelings and how you feel cherished.

Yours,

Jack