The story I like.
Mother and her adult, unmarried daughters are talking about romance. Daughters are talking about going dancing or having a guy write a poem. One asks mom if dad is romantic that way.
“Your father never once wrote me a poem or wanted to go out dancing. But in twenty five years I’ve never had to fill my own gas tank or ask him to do any chores around the house.”
Honestly that’s exactly why I just got a divorce. My spouse would do literally none of the day to day work but always wanted to go out and do stuff. It was exhausting.
This and tick checks.
care is not the same thing as love, it can go together but not necessarily
“all about love” is a great book i can suggest
Eat your heart out, Hollywood.
A pile of love right there.
My partner and I have definitely each popped lumps that have come up on each other’s grundles.
(I know you’re not supposed to, but we don’t care, it’s fun and they went away)
Popping stuff that’s come to the surface is fine. It’s when you squeeze at stuff or dig at stuff that’s not ready where it gets bad. Especially if you’re dumb enough like teenager me to think the mild swelling is evidence there’s more to squeeze out…
