Me: Stop whining.
SH: I'm a whiner.
Me: You don't have to be.
SH: You embrace my being a whiner.
Me: No. I don't. I tolerate it, as in I put up with it. That's what tolerate means, you know. To put up with. Not to embrace and approve of. Put up with.
SH: You knew I was a whiner when you married me. You're trying to change me. A relationship will fail if one person tries to change the other.
Me: I'm not trying to change you. I want you to change yourself.
SH: You're used to my being a whiner and you still love me. Why should I change?
1 comments:
The epic battle continues. I would be happy if I would just stop finding dirty socks stuffed between the couch cushions. His answer to this is "stop looking."
Men.
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