There’s no way of saying this without sounding like a complete case of paranoia, so I’ll just blurt it out: I think I know someone who’d be a better match for Rob, and because I really really really believe that she’s a better match for him and because I really really really do love him and want what’s best for him, I’ve considered breaking up with him and hooking them up.
How crazy does that sound?
I’ve told this to Rob, and he just laughs it off. But, I swear, sometimes – like when one of his quirks bothers the bejesus out of me and I remember that this woman would absolutely understand and adore these characteristics instead of going batshit crazy over them – I think I see a glint of agreement in his eyes. Maybe she would be better for me, he seems to be thinking. Maria knows her better than I do. And besides, why else would Maria believe it so much?
The thing is, I’ve become a firm believer that it’s choice that ultimately determines who we’re with – not love or compatibility, but our right to designate the role of life partner and the other person’s right to agree or disagree with said designation. If this is the case, then Rob’s chosen to be with me, so why does this bug me out so much? Am I just paranoid? And, if so, is it something that comes from my parents’ shitty relationship? Or is it something that will go away once the pregnancy hormones have died off?