
My first fiancé proposed to me at a Sonic Youth concert. I was so drunk that I didn’t remember if the proposal had actually happened when I woke up the next morning.
Our relationship was built on adrenaline.
We ran from the cops a couple of times. I learned how much I loved drinking to black out. We spent money we didn’t have and stole things we didn’t need. We fought like feral cats. We broke up; we got back together.
"Love" for us meant a racing heart. If our pulses weren’t elevated, we weren’t doing it right.
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My relationship with my husband is boring, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Some couples might lie to you and say things like, "S/he still surprises me every day!" My former fiancé surprised me every day, and those weren’t all that great.
I like that my husband doesn’t surprise me anymore, that he’s so wonderfully predictable.
Our love feels like a soft pair of sweatpants. It’s a warm bath or warm beverage. It’s the smell of clean laundry.
We know what each other likes.
When it comes to restaurants or date ideas, we each know explicitly what the other does and doesn’t like.