Coffee Talk: This emotion called Love

I love my partner. He’s one of the most interesting individuals I’ve ever met. Thirteen years together and he can still surprise me; mind you not all of those surprises are pleasant, but I love the fact that he can still keep me guessing.

Having said that, last night we had one of those conversations old married couples have; those conversations that never seem to end nor provide an element of satisfaction for either party.  Forty-five minutes into talking about our home remodeling for perhaps the zillionth time it occurred to me “You (my partner – just to be clear) are insane” while another part of me was thinking “This must be love“. Who else would I ever argue for years on end about wall coloring, fabric and furnishings? Proving beyond any doubt in my mind, love is most definitely painful and certainly crazy.

Sorry, I’m suddenly getting a bit verklempt.  Discuss amooangst yooaselves…

5 responses to “Coffee Talk: This emotion called Love

  1. We’ve net really had that sort of argument. Because we don’t live together and therefore never made any major purchases together. We don’t even argue all that much, mainly because I won’t. I tend to just clam up until I am over it. Unfortunately that makes him even more frustrated and angry.

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  2. My and my guy live together, work together, fuck together, etc…and I love him more today than ever before – everyone has to find love; if ever there were a reason for us all to be here, that’d be the one (in my opinion)…it’s like BUTTAH!!!!

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  3. Like Blobby, it took a few years but my partner, Luis, and I have settled on a system: Like Christopher, the tiles Luis picks are always perfect.

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  4. Christopher in Chicago's avatar Christopher in Chicago

    I don’t know what it is… I love the Idea of a partner, I really do. BUt the reality is is that I’m too selfish. I’ve partnered up before, but the year to year-and-a-half mark is always problematic for me. If I decide on a particular tile, then that’s the one I want; there is no room for discussion. If you cannot see how it’s perfect then you are blind to aesthetic matters and you are dead to me.

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  5. picking tile years ago could have caused us to get divorced. we worked through that and have a system on how we pick such trivial matters.

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