I'm sorry, but you suck...
hard...
at being...
a sad, sad satellite. 🛰️

I'm glad for you :)

I call that a win

I constantly ask my wife... "Bruh are you sure?"

Goals.

I find you very acceptable.

Passable.

Right there with ya bud

• Michael Scott

Limerence eh? Well ok.

There once was a man from Nantucket...

This read just like the stuff that a girl with BPD would write about me haha.

How y’all think that went for me?

Oh and I’ve never heard that word. Thank you.

Edit: You’ve sent me down a rabbit hole.

A central feature of limerence for Tennov was the fact that her participants really saw the object of their affection's personal flaws, but simply overlooked them or found them attractive.[32][28] Tennov calls this "crystallization", after a description by Stendhal in his 1821 treatise On Love. This "crystallized" version of a love object, with accentuated features, is what Tennov calls a "limerent object", or "LO".[33]

For Tennov, sexual desire is an essential aspect of limerence[34] but the desire for emotional commitment is greater.[35] The sexual desires of Tennov's interviewees were overshadowed by their desire for their beloved to contact them, invite them out and reciprocate their passion.[30]

Limerence can be difficult to understand for those who have never experienced it, and it is thus often derided and dismissed as undesirable, some kind of pathology, ridiculous fantasy or a construct of romantic fiction.[36]

The wiki page you linked is saying kind of the opposite about crystalization then what you are saying.

Awwww thank you so much for sharing this! Just made my day (well, technically night) a lot better!

I can't even begin to imagine being able to marry someone u crushed on SINCE U WERE 14, while them being so nice! So happy for ya!

She is just changing diapers right now

Oof, that's one thing I'm a little scared of dealing with when I become a dad lol

Like Abe Lincoln always said, take anything you see written online with a grain of salt and, until you see conclusive evidence otherwise, assume it’s a creative writing exercise.

I am an irascible fool. I’ve spent the majority of the last decade in various stages of depression. I’m overweight, often disheveled, long winded, and ramble about deeply irrelevant technology topics, or unsolvable and depressing political issues. I’m kind of a miser, I never think about fun, and I don’t generally like people. I’m opinionated, judgmental, and quick to speak my mind.

My wife is so beautiful that last week while walking the dogs, some guy circled the block to rev up his engine and take off in front of her while him and his passenger stared at her, engine roaring, running a stop sign in the process and coming within a foot or two of clipping another vehicle that did not have a stop sign. Yesterday, some teenager on a moped nearly fell off trying to awkwardly spin around a roundabout so he could “sneak” another glance at her. Early on in our relationship, we went to a professional networking event, and a man who was supposed to be an HR rep waited for her to go to the restroom so he could tell me how beautiful she was. Three years ago, a friend of a friend asked us for a threesome at a party, and her words to my wife were “I just want to please you and serve you.” She didn’t even look at me. (We didn’t go for it. She smokes.)

My wife is so annoying.
Last week I was trying to get dressed for work and she bum-rushed me for a hug while I was trying to button my pants. And my dumb ass got annoyed about it. She routinely tells me she thinks I’m beautiful, and very charming. She will sometimes just lean around a corner to look at me and squeal. She literally just walked into my office to rub my chest and tell me I’m a babe (like 30 seconds ago). She tells me at least once a week that she gets butterflies around me. She’s giddy and giggly to see me. She’ll text me to tell me she misses me when I’m out of the house for more than 30 minutes. She writes me love letters. (I write her love letters too, I’m not that awful.) She takes pictures of me all the time. There’s a whole album of photos of me that I sometimes just catch her looking at. If I send her a voice memo, she saves it so she can listen to my voice later.
My wife is the best.

Some people just love their partners in expressive and visceral ways, even if their partners are just Monument, a weird and flawed human. But I do my best, and I won’t ever quit.

“I’m super glad I didn’t get married again so I can just walk away if this shit lasts more than a few days.”

I'm glad you didn't get remarried too.

I think you a whole word there.

Though I think you can have romance at the start and friendship together personally.