Five Flaws He Swears He Loves (But For How Long?)
My fiance' loves me like crazy - this I know. For almost two years we dated long-distance until this past September when I packed my daughter up and moved out to California from Louisiana. I should clarify - until I moved here we had never had a "close-distance" relationship - our relationship began at a distance and remained steady even with 1800 miles between us.
Of course, this meant that seeing each other at the airport every other Thursday was downright magical. We had 3 blissful days together until I had to fly back home to Louisiana - and we treasured every last second. Each weekend was better than the last - sleeping late, a new restaurant every night, relaxing by the pool with our favorite books and holding hands from chaise lounge to chaise lounge. We even got engaged on one of my many trips out to California. Oh, and there were no kids around because it was our "off" weekends. It was perfection.
Our relationship is still magical and I'm even happier now that we all live together in California, but there is certainly less urgency in our day-to-day - which makes sense - I no longer have to get on a plane every other Monday morning. There is also more routine - two small children live here with us the majority of the time and they demand it. Ocasionally I think that my fiance' probably realizes stuff about me now that he had no clue about before we were together full time - things that he often points out in jest. I give him 5 years before the below mentioned things change in his head from "funny" to "downright freakin' annoying".
Behold, my flaws:
Low Battery. I own an iPhone, a Kindle, and a sleek new MacBook Pro. All three were gifts from my honey (we like technology 'round these parts). All three are almost always totally dead, or almost dead. If he asks if I want to cuddle and read - well, I would, but my Kindle is dead. Or maybe he wants to check his email really quickly on my laptop. Sure, but I only have 4% battery left. Or hey, did I get his text about which kind of mozzerella to buy at the store? What? No! Oh, wait. My phone is dead. Oops. As he so aptly puts it - I live in a perpetual state of low (or no) battery. Touche'.
Lint Trap. I sort laundry. I wash laundry. I dry laundry. Then, when it comes time to take the dry laundry out and fold and hang it, I sweep the lint trap clean with my fingers. Naturally, I take that lint and promptly set it down right on top of the dryer - and there it stays. Sometimes the next load of laundry creates more lint and I smush it into a ball with the previous load's lint. It stays that way until my fiance' walks by, spots it, and scoops it up to bring it to the trash can. I know, it sounds silly and it is. I have no idea why I have a mental block against bringing the lint to the trash can - but I do. I'm sure that will still be adorable in 5 years, right?
- Awful TV (and movies). I have my "shows" that I love to watch, each week, like clockwork. The Bachelor/The Bachelorette. Gossip Girl. Dance Moms. The Vampire Diaries. Pretty Little Liars. Hart of Dixie. Suffice it to say that absolutely none of these shows are shows that he has any desire to watch. Let's not even bring up the time that I convinced him to watch "When In Rome" with me on Netflix. I'll never live that one down. Ever.
- Wet Towels. I tend to get out of the shower and wander into the bedroom in my towel. I pick out my clothes, then I toss my (wet) towel onto the bed while I get dressed. I subsequently forget about said towel and it stays there for the rest of the day. Let's just say that he has slept with a sizeable damp spot on his side of the duvet more than once. In my defense - I have offered to switch sides.
- Toilet Paper. The roll of toilet paper runs low, and then eventually runs out. I remove the old roll. Then, I grab a new roll and promptly sit it on top of the empty holder. No, I do not install it. I just set it on top, like we live in some sort of chain restaurant. He mentions this quirk of mine with a smile, but even I realize that this is annoying. I'm working on it.
I could go on and on, but hey, I'm not in the business of bashing myself. They say that you never fully know another person until you live with them - but I'd venture to say that you also never really fully know yourself until you live with someone else. In my case, I am going to try to turn it into a positive thing and get my butt in gear.