A boyfriend once gave me a
tent - a high-quality backpacking tent that'll last me for decades. I was thrilled to open it - and not just because I needed one. When he'd said an hour earlier, "I've got something for you, but we probably should have talked about it first," I felt like I'd been sucker-punched. At, "Yeah, this is a really big step. I don't know if you're ready," I was choking back nervous vomit. By the time he said, "Well, just open it. If it's too much, I'll take it back," I was in full-blown panic.