Love is complicated

There's a certain amount of changing we must endure in order to be in a good relationship. We stop throwing our wet towels on the bedroom floor, do the dishes every night before bed and shave our legs more than once a week.

We watch football with ten sweaty guys when we'd rather be curled up on the couch with just one of those sweaty boys, we get ear plugs so we can sleep through the snoring and we pretend we love it when he plays his X-Box.

They change, too, ya know. They watch Meg Ryan movies, clean their shower so we can avoid catching an unknown virus and stash all those magazines in an undisclosed location.

But where's the line drawn for changing. When is enough, enough. When do you stop caring if he plays X-Box all night and just accept that that's who he is?

And what about the bigger things? The aversion to wearing a wedding ring...to being in uncomfortable social situations? How much change can be expected?

We change when we love someone...sometimes for the better...sometimes for the not so better...I guess the trick is finding the right person, so you can change together...with each other and not for each other...

Man, love is so complicated...