In one minute, this:
Prince Eric: “I miss you!”
Grace: “I miss you more!”
Can turn into this:
Grace: “I love you!”
Prince Eric: “I love you more!”
Grace: “I love you most!”
Which can somehow quickly escalade into this:
Prince Eric: “Whatever.”
Ah, the wonderful world of young love and relationships . . .
One of the girls I work with once told me that she doesn’t love her boyfriend all of the time, and I found this rather peculiar. These two are high school sweethearts, they’ve been dating for five years, and I expect an invitation to their future wedding. Maybe she’ll let me be the wedding singer. Doubtful, as my singing kills anything living within a ten-mile radius, but a girl can dream.
I remember, I gave her this skeptical look, which made her explain:
Don’t get me wrong, I love Alan with all of my heart, and when I’m mad at him I still love him, but I love him a little bit less.
I remember being all types of confused at this point. She clearly saw it on my face:
Elaine: “Have you and Prince Eric ever gotten in an argument?”
Grace: “Oh God, yes.”
Elaine: “Exactly, like every couple. You still loved him after the fight, yes, once everything was said and done?”
Elaine: “But, for a little while longer, you felt some resentment, no?”
Grace: “You could say that, since I’m a stubborn German.”
Elaine: “Exactly! Now do you see what I’m saying?”
And I got it, just like that.
Prince Eric and I have been together for almost two years now–actually, Fourth of July of this year marks our two-year anniversary (so childish, but still cute-as-a-button) to be exact. We’ve fought. What couple hasn’t? Apparently, it’s healthy, if the manner of arguing is healthy . . . kind of like a debate, except the topic is about the dirty dishes or leaving the living room a hot mess, not so much about the state of the fiscal cliff or global warming.
I’ve realized that I do dislike Prince Eric sometimes, where I really don’t want to talk to him for a short period of time. Sometimes, after an argument or a misunderstanding, I just want to become a hermit (just from him) and shut our world out, until I miss him again and I am truly over everything.
It took me a while to realize that relationships have their ups and downs, like a roller coaster or frequency distribution. It’s okay to dislike someone for a little bit only to love them even more than you have before. It’s not all peaches and cream–or fins and legs, in this case.
It took me a while to realize that fairy tales are make-believe, and that reality is a bell curve.