Proofs of love: the ones we keep, the ones we throw
We love
May he be willing to commit to us: In our age of Kleenex-love where we separate at the first annoyance, where men of our generation usually prefer to forage instead to consider a stable relationship, it is downright bluffed that our darling has the guts to cross with us steps as decisive as the move under the same roof, the wedding, the PACS, the baby ...
He dares to cry with joy: His tears are rare. We appreciate all the more to see them flow, especially when it comes to him when we agree to say yes for life ...
That he has a totally subjective look on us and our physique: Even if we took five kilos last summer by chaining the ice cream, the darlings and pancakes, he still finds us as beautiful and slender as before . Even more sublime ...
Let him sport us like a trophy: He would have won the heart of Miss France in person, he would not be more proud. He introduced us not only to his family but also to his friends, his colleagues, his boss, his neighbor ...
Let him give us gifts for personal use: Whenever we talk to him about something that tempts us, Cheri mentally takes small notes. And what do we find in our shoes, under the tree? Exactly the dress, the bag, the shoes that made us crack!
We refuse
Let him doubt and lock himself into jealousy: We appreciate that he shows that he holds to us. Unless he questions everything we can tell him ("Are you sure you were good with Géraldine this afternoon?") Or make us a hoarse as soon as we look more than half a second another boy on the street.
Let him harass us with his son's calls: Same problem with the phone ... OK for two or three calls in the day, not for a detailed account of your activities every ten minutes. You need to re-spi-rer!
That he imposes his family permanently on the pretext of integrating us: Contrary to what he seems to think, it's anything but a progress for our couple to be stuck every weekend with his beloved môman and his fusional sister. They are jubilant, you (and your feelings) are dying.
That he sings false to declare us his flame: It's more anecdotal. Still, you would pass largely because he sings "The giant paper" or "Between us" loudly in front of sixty hilarious people.
Let him give us gifts for domestic use: Just like a nice blender or a steam generator to chill our blood. Petrified at the idea of finishing like his mother in bobonne integral, we want to break on the field ...
