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Love is a Battlefield

Pat Benetar was one of my favorite singers, back in the day. But I keep current, finding songs that touch me in different ways.

Blink 182 has a new song out. A song that shows the darker side of love. The love/hate relationship and all that means.

angel of my nightmares...

Don't waste your time on me
you're already the voice inside my head

Miss you, miss you...

I've thought about this a lot over the last 11 years I've been with Mark. At first it was all sugar and sunshine, neither of us wanting to step on the other's toes. But of course, things have to get real. You begin to learn the little annoyances and habits. Like the fact that he can't keep up with his friggin lighter to save his life. I swear I'm gonna get him one on a chain, so he can hang the damn thing around his neck and quit stealing mine.

The fact that he can't sit in a room that's dusty. Or how picky he is about food, or that he loses his temper in a flash.

But the truth is, that's what makes him him. And if he were any way else, he wouldn't be the same person.

Once we were talking to a couple who were in that fresh blush of love and about to take the plunge into marriage, and we asked, "know what makes a relationship last?" to which they gave the standard answer, version 9.0, "It's communication." Ain't that sweet? Mark and I laughed, right there, in their faces.

in love, in long term relationships, it's all about who's habits annoy you the least, what habits and
personality "flaws" you can live with, without resentment, without feeling like you want to slit your wrists. It's where your tolerance line lies. You can have all the love and communication you can stomach, but if him popping every bone in his body is like fingernails on a chalkboard, or you find his "retarded" act in public embarrassing, forget it.

although Mark's quirks irritate the piss out of me sometimes(as mine do him), at the same time I find them strangely endearing. I love those things about him, and I love him for those things.

yes, love is a spendid thing, yet strange as hell. Here's to the dark side of love and all the exquisite, excruciating pain it brings!


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