Carly_Roach
Carly Roach
- Joined
- Jan 12, 2007
I like them, too! And I certainly have a few of my happiness eggs in my DH's basket. But we both have agreed on (realized? learned?) what I consider one of life's more important lessons: preference.I like eggs.
There's a huge difference to, "I prefer having him around me because I like how I feel when he's here" and "I have to have him around me because I'm empty when he's not here". Especially when you're married to a cop.
I'm just as sure there are times when we each prefer to NOT be around the other person - him when he's in one of his "moods" and me when I'm PMS-ing. During those times we each go to our corners and come back later when the other is feeling better. It's life and these things happen. We forgive, overlook, remember our primary preferences and go on.
But that's us. It's something we've worked on and is a feeling that seems to work for both of us. My preference for his presence in my life is stronger than my preference for a life that would never have an occasionally tipsy (OK, drunk) mate who goes to a stag party now and then or someone who forgets our anniversary or my birthday but who remembers to not only take out the trash but puts a new bag in the can as well.
Our feelings of love aren't based on TV or what others say they should be. Our feelings of love are based on how we feel toward each other and the heck with what the rest of the world thinks.
So yes, I like eggs, too.