For any guy who ends up with a woman like Risa, let me tell you, they just don't realize they're not opening their stupid mouths to talk about the things they should. They'll talk and talk, but they won't actually tell you what's bothering them, and they expect you to somehow pick up the clues and solve problems you didn't know existed.
So here's what I did. I told her that I wasn't a psychic and I'm dense as fuck, and as a result, she should grow the fuck up and spell out shit to me.
Mind you, we were married by that time, so your mileage may vary. The problem won't go away overnight, but keep reminding each other that neither of you could read minds. And chances are really good that you gotta grow the fuck up yourself. Remember dat.
But I gotta tell you, if you actually use the actual words "grow the fuck up" to your woman, you better be ready to be sleeping alone. You have been warned.