They say familiarity breeds contempt, but what I see is that it breeds warm, fuzzy feelings. When for whatever reason they feel lost, whether fighting with OP, or missing their kids, or being unsure of themselves and their lives, suddenly the woman/man who knows them and accepts them regardless feels good. It’s that old “you want someone to love you DESPITE knowing who you are.”
I’m starting on my bedroom this weekend, you’ve inspired me.
