D and I were not raised in affectionate families. We weren’t really hugged a lot as children, which probably explains a lot. So we make a point to be affectionate with each other and to tell the kidlets that we love them several times a day. They tell us too, mostly when they want something … but at least they maintain the guise of caring about us and isn’t that what really matters. 😉
We have a running joke about saying “I love you” to each other:
me: I love you
him: I love you too
me: why do I always have to say it first?
him: maybe I was just on the verge of saying it and you jumped in before me and blurted it out
me: ok – why do I always GET to say it first?
him: because you’re a selfish bitch
Damn … I love that man!
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