This has been in my head for a while, just haven’t had the opportunity to write it down….

I require that I be told I am the most beautiful thing in my partner’s eyes, at least once a week – and twice when I am sick with one of those times being after puking my guts up at 2am. Bonus points when I’m told first thing in the morning on a weekend day after an extremely exhausting week of work.

I expect recognition when I do something I don’t want to do, but do so because I love someone, without them having to ask me to do so.

I expect a silent hug or snuggle, when the worries of the day make me fall down but I’ve managed to leave nothing on my plate.

I expect, when my partner has had his personal cup filled, that he just ask, “What can I do to help you. There might not be anything to do, but it really is the thought that counts.

I expect direct questions, not assumptions, not guesses. I also expect direct answers, not circular games of distraction. If there is confusion, say so. If head-clearing is needed, say so.

I expect that silence when I’m talking, during serious discussions, means listening is occurring, and I do expect comprehension to be included in that. I will return the favour when someone else is talking.

I expect things to be an adventure. They don’t have to be fun, but they need to provide some kind of growing experience. I don’t do things “just because” I do things because there is something to learn in the process.