My mother always said,
“Love ends when you have to pick his dirty underwear up off the floor!” I would
laugh or roll my eyes, depending on how old I was at the time - we all remember
those teenage years when your mother could do nothing right, right? - but
something about that statement always fascinated me. Was it sarcasm? Was it underlying resentment
masked in a joke? Was it true?!
Well, I’ve been
married for a whole 2 months now, and I have picked up more than a few dirty
underwear off the floor, and I giggle to myself every time (after rolling my
eyes and holding my breath, of course). For me, the love hasn’t ended. Besides,
if I can pick up my dog’s poop off the living room floor (he has anxiety
issues) and still love him and his stinky dog breath, then I should be able to
love my husband even though he leaves his dirty underwear on the floor. Right? ;)
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