People who say I LOVE YOU and people who don’t.
My grandmother is a woman who says I LOVE YOU and she taught me that it’s important to say it at the end of every conversation — just in case that person gets hit by a bus and dies.
You want the last thing they remember about you to be love — not hate.
“What if you do hate them?” I asked Gramma.
“It would be horrible if someone died thinking you were mad at ’em. That would make you mean.”
Oh well, snap, I’m not mean and I don’t want that kind of guilt. So I spent a majority of my life saying I LOVE YOU to just about every single person in my life.
But I married a dude who never says it.
“Saying it too often devalues the word.”
Right. Whatevs. Because that makes sense, too.
We’ve managed to work it out over the past fourteen years. I still say I LOVE YOU to everyone — my vet, the mailman, my colleagues — and I accept the fact that my husband won’t end every conversation by saying, “I love you… just in case you get hit by a bus.”
But if I get hit by a bus, he’s totally gonna see my point and feel bad about it.
How about you? Which camp are you in?