Because we are not Prince and Princess

There is no point in reminding you that love is blind. And it doesn’t tolerate questioning at the initial stage. When romance is at its peak – who would want to ruin it by inquiring about some … well, unpleasant habits that you soul-mate might have. Chances are those bad habits might even be put aside for a time being not to scare you away.

But once people start living together, they tend to relax and little by little show other less pretty sides they possess. That’s when it hits you: will I ever learn to live with THAT???

I remember the fist several nights I spent together with my then boyfriend. I made sure not to remove make up so that I still looked pretty when I woke up by his side in the morning. Even though now that I get to think about it – how much beauty is there in the smudged 24-hour old make up… I made sure my hair was always clean; oh, and don’t even get me started on never-ending leg shaving procedure….

Jonathan was a cluster of good manners and he made sure to mind his language when I was around. As of today the cluster of good manners has vanished and the cursing part… I know he is under a lot of stress at work and sometimes he just needs to let the steam off and in order to that he curses the clients using the words that can be found in no dictionary. I just wish I wasn't around to hear that.

My point is – we are all human. We might play the Prince and Princess game for a while but once the game is over we have to face the truth: we are who we are, and our habits, both good and bad, is what we are comprised of. We can work to quit some of our bad habits, but others will live as long as we do. I used to brush my hair wherever I wanted, now bathroom is the only designated area, since Jonathan can’t stand finding my hair wherever he turns to ( I still don’t get how a couple of stray hair here and there can make someone so pissed off). Jonathan is working hard on the “socks everywhere” problem, even though his clothes still seem to occupy every single chair in the living room.

I do get frustrated occasionally about how many bad habits he has… I feel like I should leave him and find a more perfect man. But then I remind myself that no perfect people exist in this world. So I will just have to deal with a new set of bad habits. At least I got used half-way to what I am dealing with right now, why would I want to start over?