We Can't Reserve Our Togetherness for the Things That We Together Love

I don't want to spend my life pretending to be interested or impressed by shit that is not interesting or impressive to me. And it's not even about having a realistic expectation of my partner's genuine fascination with my interests. Why are we faking that? It's silly. There should be enough that we can be like, you have a bucket that you love. I've a bucket that i love. What's in our bucket of things we love together? And perhaps we could focus on that when we're talking. Can we please try to imagine a world for one hot second? In which julie's husband is sitting around fretting and asking for advice about how he can become