Living with your complete opposite.
The delights. The distress.

I love my new fiancee…really. But as much as she hates to hear it, there’s a reason why it took 8 years to propose. As typical people we have loves, fears, expectations, pleasures, the human conditions of life. And at almost every core of these we will disagree with each other in some way, guaranteed.

I know what you’re thinking, cry me a river buddy every relationship has problems. Fuck yeah it does. Personally I don’t believe you’re in a real relationship unless you’re not butting heads about something, but I don’t see this case of incompatibilty a problem. I see it as a story book. And everytime I read the book the story changes, and that keeps me (someone with a short attention span) consistently entertained, bewildered in awestruck.

Just a short overview of what makes us clash into an unrecognisable mould. Our differences are her extrovertism verses my introvertism (obvious), my rationalism verses her emotionalism (shocker), her touchy-feely side verses my ‘get the hell away from me’ side (I’m an adult baby). I’m not sure if this is a thing but her exterior optomism verses my exterior pessimism and my interior optimism verses her interior pessimism. In other terms she’s much more positive on a short term basis compared to me – however on a long term scale I have a more of an upbeat tune. It doesn’t just stop there, our tastes in almost every other consumable like food, music, movies, culture, sport, friends are as you guessed it opposites. I was the short fat chubby kid at school, she was tall skinny popular girl – you get the idea.

So why has she stuck around with what I’ve just described as a loser, and why have I hung around with someone I know I’ll have many more shouting conversations with in carparks.

We’re thrillseekers. More accurately. We’re goddamn Indiana Jones’.

We love walking close to the edge, diving through poisonous darts and running from giant boulders just to discover something new. Sometimes we don’t like what we find. Sometimes we do. At the end of the expedition it’s always worth it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When we both come to a disagreement which is as common as seeing a pisshead at the pub, the potential for an arguement is exponential. We both know. Sometimes one of us pokes the bear, other times one of us cracks a chair over the bear’s head. Not for argument’s sake, but for the discovery. Merely to know lengths the other half is willing to fight for something or their passion. And I assure you our relationship is not along the lines of a couples verbal fight club. More of a study session.

So when you watch that next Hollywood romance and they find the perfect match who have so much in common and you think gosh that’s exactly what I need…Or you’ve already got somebody who is turning out not to be everthing you had hoped. Bullshit. Don’t throw in the towel, put in a bit hard work and learn from it. Learn from them. Both of you will be in a constant state of growth.

Isn’t that what we’re all trying to do? Become better human beings…Sure.

As for the long wait before I popped that question. The reason I took 8 years to propose isn’t because I was making sure if she was the one I wanted to do the long haul with. I was making sure shewas the one she wanted to make the long haul with.