Is it normal we fight about the future?
Okay look. Every time I try to talk about what comes next — kids, where we live, even just next year — it turns into a fight. I say, 'Imagine us in Marseille with a little one running around,' and Claudine goes cold. Like, actually silent. Then she says I'm pressuring her, that I don't respect her pace. Me? Pressure? I'm from the south, I wear my heart on fire — that’s how we are. She’s all 'we need to think logically,' 'emotions don’t plan pensions.' Fine. But love is not love without passion, and if we can’t dream together, what are we doing? Last night I said maybe we should see someone, a therapist, and she laughed. Not mean, but like I suggested we move to the moon. 'People don’t do that here,' she said. Well, her people don’t. My mother would’ve slapped my father if he didn’t fight for her. It’s complicated, as these things are. But I’m starting to wonder — is this just how couples are? Or are we breaking slowly without noticing?