How flowers, deep gazes, and conversations until midnight alternate with the air conditioner remote that no one can find when they need it most

It started like in the movies – or at least like in a bank commercial

Marriage.
The word itself sounds dignified, ancient, almost biblical.
But in truth, most of us didn’t get married because of the Book of Ruth, but because of some pasta dish on a Friday night, a twinkle in our eye on the third date, and a romantic text that seemed like Shakespeare at the time but in retrospect was actually:
“I miss you 🙂 Come over soon.”

And so, in subtle but uneven steps, people move from the stage where every burp from the other person sounds sweet (“Aww, are you sick? You’re so cute when you have a cold”), to the stage where you hear your partner snore and wonder if it’s time to open a separate account just to sleep in peace.

The honeymoon is over – the air conditioning starts

At first, everything is pastoral.
Couple trips, spring picnics, planned outings, small gestures – she slips you notes in your bag, you buy her chocolate for no reason (except that she hinted at you 6 times in the same morning).

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But then… you move in together.

Then, instead of walking hand in hand through Tuscany, you walk hand in hand through IKEA – arguing about whether you need a bookshelf (because “who even reads books these days?”).

And from there – very quickly – summer arrives.

And the air conditioner.

And in the Israeli summer, the air conditioner is not an electrical appliance – it’s a party to the relationship.

The air conditioner is not the problem – it’s you.

For her, 27 degrees is “freezing here like a news studio.”

For him, 23 degrees is “I’ll be sweating into the couch in a second.”

And so, a constant fight develops:
– “Can’t you feel how freezing it is here?”

– “I can’t feel my ear. It’s warm breath that landed on it. “I’m not ready to sweat like a dog just because you feel a little chilly!”

Next step: buy a new sign.
And then, suddenly, the sign disappears.
A mystery: Who hid it? Where? And why under the pillow of the party who asks for “just half a degree more”?

A constant conflict between ‘I care about you’ and ‘I just don’t understand how you’re freezing at 26 degrees’

This story repeats itself every evening.

One party sits with a duvet in the middle of July, the other party sweats on their forehead like a student taking an oral exam, and in between – a relationship.

And suddenly you remember:
How at first you used to cover yourself with a blanket together because “it’s romantic.”

Today? You’re not even willing to share a towel. No, because it’s unpleasant – but because “you leave a smell of heat spray on it.”

Reality wins – but with grace.

A relationship goes through a process:
From falling in love – to buying a dishwasher.
From spontaneous sex – to arguing about who takes out the garbage.
From messages like “I can’t fall asleep without you” – to messages like “Go to the supermarket and don’t forget milk.”

But the truth? That’s exactly the beauty.
It’s not that romance is dead – it’s just changed its clothes and comfortable shoes.

It appears in the form of a cup of tea in the middle of a cold night,
or the automatic shutdown of The air conditioner when the other person falls asleep,
or when you say nothing when she puts your towel back on as a foot towel – because, well, you already love her more than the cloth.

Love is knowing when to give up – even if it means sweating a little

So yes, marriage is not only peaks of passion and cinematic gestures.

They are also small hills of frustration, strange smells from the kitchen, and wars for control of electronic devices.

But if you manage to get through the fight over the air conditioner – you are probably ready for anything.

For children, for her parents, for holidays with the uncle from the countryside and for a joint retirement.

Because in the end, a relationship is not about who controls the remote control, but about who is willing to give it up – just because they are a little cold.

So cheers. Even if it is with socks in the middle of August.

(And no, we are not raising it above 24.5. Don’t exaggerate.)

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הירשמו כדי לקבל את הפוסטים האחרונים אל המייל שלכם

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