OK, hate is really WAY too strong of a word. I think it’s more like I’m no longer in love.
You know how when you first fall in love, you struggle to find something wrong with the other person? If you fall head over heels in love, you sometimes can’t even find a single fault. That’s because he’s (or she’s) on his/her best behavior. For the sake of easier reading, I’m going to pretend that the object of your affection is a man. After all, this is about me and I’m having man issues.
Back to my story. So he’s on his best behavior. Everything is perfect. As you spend more time with him, get to know him, little things pop up. None of these things alone is a deal breaker. Hell, all of them together might not even be a deal breaker when you’re in love.
Let’s see. He’s not as neat as you’d like him to be. He has horrible taste in clothes. He’s not very good at home improvements, but he tries. He’s not super financially responsible, but there’s always money flowing, so that’s OK.
All of these things can be overlooked because he’s affectionate, he listens when you talk, he surprises you little gifts, he’s OK with painting your toenails, he reads, he’s a good conversationalist, and he’s really good at eating pussy.
Now you’re together for a long, long time. Married, kids, the whole shooting match. The affection has been replaced by the demands of a family. He no longer listens when you talk, little gifts are a thing of the past. Paint your toenails? You’d be lucky if he plucked a splinter out of the bottom of your foot and slapped some peroxide on it for you. Reading has been replaced by watching TV shows. Talking? That’s reserved for discussions about bills and *fuck* money. Eating pussy? Do NOT make me laugh. What’s that?
In turn, he’s become a total fucking slob because he’s fucking lazy. He wears the same shit day in, day out – jeans and a polo shirt. In the winter, he puts a sweater over a polo shirt. But you know it’s still there. And when you see these polo shirts in every imaginable color and pattern, you want to just take a fucking scissors to them, cut off the collars, poke holes in them and make them unwearable. That will teach him!
You find that when he starts a project, he gets bored half way through and races through the end of it, doing a piss poor job, leaving a mess behind for YOU to clean up. (See the paragraph above regarding being lazy.)
To top it off, there’s no more fucking money. You’ll be lucky if you can put food on the table for the next two weeks and he’s worried about whether or not he’ll be able to watch the latest episode of Myth Busters.
THIS is what happens when you fall out of love. The little things that irritated you before are now huge road blocks standing in the way between you and happiness. Something has to give because there isn’t enough Xanax in the world to keep you from snapping in the next week or so.
Now what are you going to do with those road blocks? Well, you can ignore them, you can go around them, or you can blow the shit up. You just have to decide which route is right for you.
I still don’t know what’s right for me. There’s history here. There are kids involved. Those two alone make it a difficult decision. Not to mention the fact that there are dogs involved.
Marriage counseling it is. Now, I just have to admit that I can’t fix this and make that call to a therapist.