He said God didn’t interact in the lives of humans.
She was sure that God did, though she wasn’t clear on exactly how, or when, or what God was doing.
He was a Democrat, but didn’t vote. She was a registered Independent, voting whenever she could choose a viable candidate.
He believed in abortion as part of a woman’s right to choose, and had encouraged women he knew to have them in the past.
She was fervently pro-life, and considered the right to choose a foil for the right to abort.
He had chosen vasectomy as his means of birth control. She’d used the sympto-thermal method, which had included periodic abstinence.
She loved to walk outdoors, but her profession kept her inside 90% of the time. When he wasn’t cooking, he was outside.
He loved dogs, cats, and birds. Her cat allergy was prohibitive and, though she’d always wanted a dog, both her neighborhood and property were not amenable.
He was built of short, bulk muscle, and preferred large motor activities like weight lifting, sailing, and heavy land maintenance. Hers was a small motor gift, expressed on musical instruments and utilizing the tools of visual art.
He was open ended, preferring to go with the flow. She needed closure, almost obsessively so, not resting until achieved.
He enjoyed hip hop and other contemporary music styles. She would choose country over hip hop, every time, but preferred everything from the classical masterworks to ballads to blues.
He was a medical professional. She was a creative and educator.
Her love expressions were gifting, problem solving, and verbal encouragement. While his love language included gifting his was almost exclusively physical release, and she could count on one hand after six years the number of times he complimented her even if strangers lavished praise.
He liked the house cool to cold, often complaining of feeling hot. She had a bit of Reynaud’s, and required a warm indoor environment to keep her fingers fully functioning.
He was a recreational alcohol and drug user, and self medicated regularly. She took prescriptions to treat migraines, one of them with a history of altering mood.
He was an introvert. She was an ambivert.
He regarded talking as a one sided means to vent. She preferred productive conversation and active dialogue.
He enjoyed reading about history and the care of animals. She preferred reading about the current states of society, health, and the cosmos.
He addressed multiple tasks as they came to mind. She made lists, and crossed off tasks as they were completed.
He preferred keeping his personal life details private. Her imagination led her to question the veracity of his disclosures.
He was fiercely in need of making all decisions on his own, including those which she believed were her exclusive domain. She was the most independent woman she knew.
He preferred to live within a small sphere of his own influence, rarely seeking answers. She was constantly curious, attracted to the speculative universe of unexplored possibility.
He resisted all forms of perceived control. She perceived his resistance as a stubborn need for absolute power.
His behavioral standards were focused on self comfort and sustenance. Hers were built around self protection and preservation.
His, from early childhood; hers, from every aspect of her social realm, theirs was a trauma bond.
He said. She said.
In spite of everything and against overwhelming odds, they had found themselves unable to break free of that which had kept them intersecting in each other’s lives.
To call this a relationship was to stretch the limits of human definition. Only God could name it.
He said God wouldn’t. She was still waiting.
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