Do you really love her, or do you love the things she does for you, and the illusion you crafted for her in your mind?
You don't love her. Or care about her.
I guarantee it.
You care about what she did for you. You care that she cooked, that she cleaned, that she sucked... You care what she did for you.
You don't love her, you love the idealized fantasy of her- the one you created in your mind that you dubbed "the ideal woman", and then compare her to. That's who you really love.
It's not her you like. Frustration, disappointment, anger... But it all goes away once she shakes that ass, becaus