coupletv2 300x216 The Little Things: Part 1
Love is hard.
She Said:
I lay awake in bed. Waiting. For the next inevitable snore to rumble through my non-slumber. Again.
There it is.
Now a minute goes by and there is nothing. Just when my body relaxes into the mattress, when lovely gorgeous luxurious sleep is imminent, another fog horn blast rockets through the bedroom. In this moment I hate him, I really hate him, and I can really understand how married couples turn to murder. Because, yes, I could murder him for this. This snoring that is destroying my sleep night after night after night after night.
Do people divorce over one, big, catastrophic event within a marriage? Cheating? Money? Sex, or lack thereof? Or is it all the little things? Do all those annoying quirks and habits that make up someone’s personality add up over time until you just can’t. Take. Another. Second? Say Serge cheated on me with another woman. What would have caused me more pain over the seven years of our marriage? The single incident of cheating or seven long years of not being able to sleep, of tossing and turning, of secretly wishing him dead? If you told me he’d stop snoring forever if he had sex with another woman I would be all for it. Yeah, sure, screw some hussy the one time and I’ll probably get over it. But snore like a chainsaw for another seven years and, buddy, we’re done. So yeah – maybe it is the little things.

Click here to watch Serge and Monica share the little things that drive them nuts about each other.
He Said:
I have no idea how love grows.
Sometimes I see little boxes in the local newspaper saying some couple has just celebrated 60 years together by gathering their 17 kids and their 623 grand-kids at The Olive Garden and they all had such a wonderful time and love is still alive and  blah-blah-blah. It’s great, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t understand it, really.
If it were me and my wife, my Monica, that probably wouldn’t be some fun evening of Spaghetti Carbonara and Riunite and flashbulb pops and whatever. I mean, after all that time so many little things can change us, and do.  After all those years of nit-picking and annoying each other with our stupid quirks, quirks that long ago made us chuckle and sigh: it’s easy to imagine how time has sharpened the tips of the thousand sticking points we have with each other.
Truth be told, for me it’s almost easier to imagine the grand-kids shoveling lasagne and meatballs down their hatches as Pop-Pop Serge takes a final bite of the poisoned tiramisu that Grandma Monica has put in front of him, not really to murder him so much as to just get him to stop with his constant throat-clearing once and for all.
In love, it’s the little things that make us or break us.
Always has been/always will be.
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You can also find Monica on her personal blog, The Girl Who while Serge can be found onThunder Pie.