My husband and I have an ongoing struggle about the fact that I am very emotional, while he is not. He once told me, in a fit of frustration because I was bugging him to share his feelings, "I have five feelings! You have thousands!"
This struggle has become so innate to our relationship that we are able to joke about it a lot of the time. I know it's true that some women have trouble sharing feelings, and some men do it very well, but Bryan and I tend to generalize about the sexes based on our own experience.
So, tonight I'm hosting the women's group of which I am president, which meets for two hours every other Sunday to discuss femininity, spirituality, and our lives (this document is our inspiration). I'm a little depressed today because of the whole no-baby thing, so after I took my shower this afternoon (I usually take them in the morning, I promise) I crawled back into bed and cried. Bryan came in to console me and I told him that I was not getting out of bed.
"Okay," he said, "I'll host your group tonight. I'll just have them write down all the feelings they've had in the last three hours. That should take up the whole meeting time."