Hate and love.
I love my Husbandly one with all my heart, I love how he takes care of me, protects me.
I hate that, two hours ago, I dyed my hair after six months of no intervention, and dyed it a whole different colour, and he has no idea. None.
I love how, when his back was on the fritz, I used to get on my knees in front of him, to put his socks and underwear on his body, because he couldn't do it himself. I was giving my everything to my man, and it made my heart sing.
I hate that, now that I can barely walk, I get to hear about how he feels about our dirty house, I get to listen to him slam things around in the dirty kitchen.
Yeah, I am farking bitter tonight, does it SHOW?