Do you want to talk about it?

You look tired.

Please don’t be mad at me.

I approve of your behavior at this moment.

Please stop talking.

You look attractive.

These words are meaningless and I hate saying them.

It’s good to be home.

You tell really good stories.

Please let me go to sleep.

I want you to make me feel less sad.

I admire your self-confidence.

Thank you for that excellent sex.

I didn’t mean to hurt you.

There is nothing I can do to help you feel better.

Thank you for telling me I look beautiful even when I feel like hell.

I know you need assurances that I feel the same way about you.

I am about to tell you exactly why I am furious with you.

Thank you for being nice to my mother.

Thank you for wearing the shirt I bought you.

I’m sorry I left the back door unlocked again.

Thank you for not complaining that I went out last night.

You have the emotional maturity of a petulant five-year-old.

I know you hate these cocktail parties.

That is the exact song I wanted to hear.

I know it bothers you that we sometimes say the same thing at the same time.

Thank you for not being an asshole while I flirted with that guy in front of you.

I have bad cramps so please forgive me for not responding to your advances.

Thank you for finally giving up your unrealistic goal of becoming a playboy globetrotter.

Thank you for massaging my feet even though you don’t like feet.