I have always said smoking was one. My ex smoked and we were together for two years. It is definitely one now. Being taller than me is one. Fingernail biting is one. Hating on country music is one (ok, quit laughing). I’m talking about deal breakers. Those little (or big) things that tag onto the end of sentences that start a little like “I love you and want to spend my life with you, but…”
But… you smell like an ash tray.
But… you don’t have fingernails.
But… Taylor Swift makes you gag.
Very soon after meeting my wife, I knew we were going to get married and have babies and be that deliciously boring couple who still smiled at each other after 100 years together. Like Bella and Edward, only with far less blood and way more sparkle. She was the business and it was all just radically excellent until one fateful day when, while discussing date night options, she ever so casually dropped a freaking bombshell. Her exact words were, and I remember them very, very clearly. She said… “I don’t eat seafood.”
With a pounding heart and furrowed brow, I attempted to understand the cuss words she’d just thrown at me.
“Are you allergic?”
“No, I just don’t like seafood.”
“Not even fish?”
“Especially fish. I can’t stand the smell.”
I was thinking this isn’t going to work, but said “Oh that’s cool. We don’t have to go to the seafood buffet… ever again.”
I love seafood. I could, and some weeks do, eat it everyday. Oysters, prawns, fish, squid. It’s all heaven on a fork. It’s mouth-gasm material. Sometimes it borders on real-gasm. It was, almost, our deal-breaker.
You see, I don’t care what Shan does or doesn’t eat (when it comes to food – get out of the gutter), but for me seafood is an experience. And no seafood buffet for Shan meant no seafood buffet for me…ever again. Not being able to share something I love with the person I planned to love forever suddenly felt like a huge bullet hole in our impenetrable new-love bubble.
As you can probably guess, I grew a brain and got over it. I haven’t been to a seafood buffet in 6 years but Shan does cook me fish about once a week. Knowing how much it makes her want to puke makes me love her so very much. Almost as much as I love seafood… Almost.
Is your deal breaker as lame as mine? Tell me below.