Genuinely convinced that my husband and I just don’t have the object permanence to be jealous.
When I’m out until midnight he’s not like “I bet she’s getting hit on by other guys” he’s like “heehee viddy games, hoohoo painting”
And then when I do come back it’s like “:D oh shit I forgot you existed but im glad you reminded me.”
My husband, arriving home and seeing me: :D oh nice I have a wife
Me when my husband arrives home and I see him: :D oh nice I have a husband
Yeah we are just a couple of golden retrievers that lay on the couch and heave a heavy sigh and then see each other and go absolutely wiggly bonkers