I can just pinpoint what makes us different. It's as obvious as picking out flowers in a pile of rocks.
Of course I knew, and at first I didn't think it would bother me this much. I thought our differences are mere differences. I liked friction anyway. After all, a little contrast in personality isn't that bad. Worse case scenario, I thought, disagreeing on petty things is all there could be.
But months went by, and it soon unraveled a different story.
I realized I looked at our difference as a contrast in our personality, brought about by the difference in our upbringing. But it wasn't just our personality. It is our entire mindset. I thought the worse that could happen is disagreeing how much to spend for dinner. But it was more than that. My brain is wired in a completely advanced settings than his. It was his logic and his decision-making skills that I judge. It was his common sense and his memory that I judge. I convinced myself that it couldn't be that bad. But it is.
And everything about him is a complete waste. I could admire him for his passion in fitness, but everything else sucks, everything else that actually matters. He has no substance at all. His brain is a mockery of intelligence. It seemed more like I adopted a child dressed as an adult than gained a partner to spend my life with.
I look down on him more often than previously. And I know it's wrong. But he brings out this wicked side of me, no matter how much I love him.
Where is happy ending there?
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