Tonight I came to a conclusion.
The Love Language my husband speaks to me is Cookies. This explains why I've been on a perpetual diet for the past 13 years. All of my woes can be solved with the sweet union of sugar, butter, and flour. Nevermind the immediate guilt, ever-expanding muffin top, and four-pound weight gain the next day...
Somehow I trained him to do this, to answer my frustrations with food. Maybe it should be a good thing, but for an addictive personality such as mine, notsomuch. If I'd put any thought into his training at all, I should have taught him the way to my heart was to buy me horse tack or books or something. ;-)
If you have a significant other, what do they do to make you feel loved or comforted? Even if you don't, have you figured out those things that make you feel cared for? Please share!
I know he loves me when I can park my car in the garage ;)
ReplyDeleteOh, well... If that were the case here, I've only been loved for perhaps five minutes of our marriage. Maybe someday!
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