Kvetches And Kvells About The Man In My Life

My final kvetch is when he’s overwhelmed with work, he uses his “stress work” voice with me. I’ll end our chat with an, “I love you!” He’ll respond with a curt, “Okay. Thanks. Bye. Bye,” forgetting I’m not a client.

Now my kvells about my guy, who has so impressed my dad, that he threatened to kill me if I didn’t make this relationship work. I think he was joking, but let’s just say, I can be a handful. I call it being independent, speaking truths, fighting fire with fire, but whatever.

First, my guy kvells about his kids, so fondly, proudly, and lovingly, he makes me want to kvell about his kvelling. His devotion is nothing short of beautiful. Second, he’s childlike, like me, happy to eat cereal for dinner, and he eagerly plays with my eight-year-old son. How could I not kvell over how he lights up my son’s face?

Finally? He really does take me for the hot, overthinking, emotional mess, I can be in real life.

He doesn’t care that I’m domestically, navigationally, and (formerly) romantically challenged! You’d be surprised how many frogs I kissed, who couldn’t stand when I was recognized, and couldn’t deal with how independent I am.

I kvell how he can “handle” me! Not an easy task!

His kvetches? He hates how disorganized I am, which leads me to lose things. He knows not to ask where certain items are because whatever he’s asking for could just as likely be found on my desk, as it could in a kitchen drawer. I do often say, “I know it’s…. in the house!”