I never cease to be amazed at the range of what constitutes a 'relationship' for different people.
And there you have it, subjectivity at its best. Relationship, companionship, friendship, someone to hang out with. Everyone's needs and thoughts are different. Me? I'd love to be able to talk with my man about what's going on. I want to share with him. When I walk in the house after work I don't want to hear "what's for dinner", "where are my socks", "when are you going to sew on that button." I want to cook dinner together or take turns or order out. I want him to know where his socks are and sew on his own button. These things are not difficult and at 50 years old I don't want a tall child.
We're getting older and will probably fall apart some day and that's different. But I'll be damned if I'm going to have to remind a guy repeatedly to call his doctor, pick up his wet towels, or get angry because he balances his paper plate on top of the overfull trash but can't seem to replace it. That's just inconsiderate, wrong, and juvenile.
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