Sunday, March 23, 2014

What's Love Got To Do With It? By Geniusofdespair

I was thinking of the incredible bond between Naomi and Tom (Gimleteye's post below this one). Do I have it?

I eat well, my clothes are cleaned, my dishes are washed, spouse is never underfoot when I am watching TV and both of us are liberal although I am the only Republican. We are both complainers...about different things. I think the building blocks of our love are solid. Love isn't just rapid heartbeat, it is learning to live with an annoying person who, can't find anything, leaves the socks on the floor and half filled glasses of water all over the house (me on all accounts).

What do you love about your spouse...what makes it work?

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

My spouse is always there for me. He holds me when I cry. He ignores me when he is watching football, baseball and basketball, but I don't care because he puts out the garbage.

Julio said...

It is the food, it is all about the food!

Anonymous said...

After the initial glow, I think it is the accumulation of the little things (he loves my cooking) and the big (by my side battling stage 4 endometrial stromal sarcoma). These allow me to really mean it when I say "I love him more than I hate his mess." (and he is really messy!)

Anonymous said...

He loves me more than he loves himself, which makes me love him more.

Anonymous said...

He travels. Absence works for me.

Anonymous said...

I love that he cleans my horse stalls especially since he doesn't even ride. I love that he still loves me when he realized that I was never going to get organized.

Anonymous said...

She snores, she is sloppy, she is always late but I love her. I hope we go together like Naomi and Tom. I couldn't live without her.

Anonymous said...

I loved that my husband let do those things that I enjoyed doing for the community without complaint, I loved that he thought I was smart, I loved that he respected women as equals and treated everyone with attention. He had a natural intelligence and a photographic memory that still had the male lose it gene-- anyway. He wrote amazingly well and always wanted to de-girlyize my writings. Everything could be made into lyrics, a poem or a story by his imagination.

He was the polar opposite of me. He amused me, loved me dearly no matter how annoying and scattered I musta been to him. He rocked and I like classic music. He loved water and I hated it. He liked reading and studying; I liked people. He was not affectionate, but he loved me enough to always say I was right. I miss him. I will never have another relationship that freeing and special.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for tapping into something sweet and soulful. A nice departure from the usual blog business.

Anonymous said...

Love has everything to do with it!