When I woke up this morning, I honestly didn't expect to see this still going so strongly. Talk about making a fucking mountain out of a molehill. That isn't even a molehill. It's more like an anthill.
It seems like a lot of you have very poor relationship advice and experience. A lot of you keep putting extreme emphasis on shit that really doesn't matter. Keep drawing wild conclusions from completely irrelevant and miniscule perceived slights. Keep connecting things that have no connection whatsoever and then blowing those non-existent connections completely out of proportion. And keep treating your relationship like it's some winner-take-all bullshit where you shouldn't, at any point for any reason, compromise your unrealistic ideals or you are being abused and taken advantage of by a villainous harpy-douche.
I shudder to think what's it is like being in any of your relationships.
I have been with my wife over 10 years. More than 10 god damn years. You know what happens in the course of 10 years. REAL SHIT. The type of shit that breaks relationships like an elephant stepping on a small twig. The level of shit that is orders of magnitude more important, more devastating, more emotional, and more stressing than holding a fucking bag. The type of shit that actually requires serious compromise, serious discussion, and alters your life, permanently. At any one of these events, we both could have walked away, we both could have thrown tantrums, pitched a fit, made a stand, or thrown everything up in the air and said 'fuck this'. And no one could have reasonably questioned it. That's life. But you make a decision to either work through those obstacles or move on with your life. That means compromising. That means not completely losing your damn mind over every little thing. That means deciding whether you care more about your bullshit ideals than your significant other. That's a long-term relationship. If you are going to get this worked up about holding a fucking purse, just ... stop. Literally just stop having relationships. Right now. Because you can't handle being a fucking adult. And you shouldn't be inflicting yourself on other people.
Focker Out.