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There’s a little café I used to go to — not for the coffee, though i am sure it was good — but for the moment. The moment where the barista would meet my eye, remember my name and how I liked my matcha - she’d ask how I was really doing. The cup was warm in my hands, the flavour spot on, but it was that feeling — being seen, heard, and known — that really kept me coming back.

They told you long-term love gets boring.  So you believed them. There’s this narrative that floats around in our culture—one that many of us absorb without even realizing:“Over time, your long-term relationship (or marriage) will inevitably become boring, stale, lifeless.”

Sometimes it’s not just the dirty socks on the floor. Sometimes frustration is the steam building in the pressure cooker of things left unsaid.