Love-Hate Relationships

Love-hate relationships. We all have them.

They may be with certain people. Daily activities. Food. Money. Working out. Technology. Your job. Ex-boyfriends. Mother-in-laws. Sister-in-laws. Makeup. Shaving. Waxing. Wine. Chocolate. Wow, this list could get pretty long if I keep this going!

How do you deal with a love-hate relationship? How does it make you feel? How do you really love something that you hate? That doesn’t even make sense!  Well, now, I am really thinking…

After a quick Google search of love-hate relationships, I clicked stories and articles in the news and some interesting headlines popped up like: cab drivers love-hate with Uber and Grab, global warming, public transportation, investors and risk, and the love-hate relationship between the US and Saudi Arabia. It must be a big deal if it is newsworthy (insert sarcasm and that I am a journalist making fun of my own career).

What do you have a love-hate relationship with? And, more importantly, what do you do to deal with it (or them)?

The biggest love-hate relationship in my life is that of wine. One glass is so lovely. I really, truly, madly, deeply love, love, love wine! I love how it makes me feel. I love being able to relax at night with my one glass. I love all the different bottles of wine.  I love the different types of wine. I love trying new bottles. I love spending money on wine. I love learning about wine. I love wine tasting. I love to eat food with wine / drink wine with food. I hate also hate how it makes me feel if I drink too much. I love dance parties in my kitchen after two glasses (ok, that might start after three). I love drinking wine with friends. I love exploring wine country, tasting rooms and new vineyards. But I also can honestly say, I hate wine. One bottle – not so bad. Slight headache and possibly a little “off”. Ok, not a horrible decision. I have made worse. Like mixing wine and whiskey. I hate when I do that. Two bottles – I want to die. I am an idiot. I hate wine. Let’s not bring up one winter night in a hot tub and the wine club shipment came with six bottles and they all just disappeared in thin air (I love puns). It was a brutal few days. I often make bad decisions. We will save that for another post.

Cheers (where is the wine truck when you need it) to love-hate relationships. Some aren’t so bad. Or are they?


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