No no no. No I am not getting a divorce. Not have the right to smack Ponge's little butt whenever I wanted? Not enjoy his yassa ginaar? Not play tickle games when I am feeling mischievious? Not settle down and have his children? Not enjoy our fancy new cookware together? Hell no.
We'll see a counselor or figure it out or whatever, but I'm not letting go of this relationship just because it's bumpy. If it was miserable or non-existant, that would be something different. But having certain problems come up again and again isn't the same in my mind as just plain being unhappy. We have a lot of really good moments as well, and even while we're talking about how confused we are my heart softens and I just want to hold him.