I have been married for twelve years.
We don't have any children, but we never cared to have any.
We've built a good life for ourselves in Paris and our careers are nothing to spit at.
We have a good group of friends and still to this day have Samedi brunches.
Unfortunately, there are things that I detest...in my wife.
I hate how she chews loudly when she eats while she's watching my favorite movies.
I hate how she never hears you when you call her name unless you add her last name.
I hate how she picks her nose when she thinks I'm not looking.
I hate when she puts hard fruit on top of soft foods like tomatoes when we are grocery shopping.
I strongly hate when she takes showers and her hair clogs the drain.
I hate when she makes me dinner but always puts tomatoes in my salad. I hate tomatoes.
I hate when she takes majority of the blanket when we sleep at night.
But what I love is that I am the lucky guy who gets to hate these things about her.
And for that, I love her endlessly.