I used to think so. When I was in my 20s and having flings with wildly unsuitable (er, attached) men, I absolutely, 100% didn't want to know anything about the minutae of their lives, no way. I didn't want to get involved in washing or cleaning or any of that stuff and I didn't want to know what they were like when they were sick or down. I just wanted the nice, easy, fun, sexy bits, nothing else. What can I say? I was young, I was shallow.
But over the last 15 years, I've decided that a relationship's about all the domestic stuff AND the nice glam sexy bits, although there are definitely fewer of them once children come along and work and life get in the way and one day you wake up and you're middle aged and too knackered to think about anything but sleep.
I love dh far, far more now I've seen him be a great and involved father and pull his weight in the house. And now I feel we're a solid partnership because we share bringing up children/earning cash/boring domesticity. There are lots of boring bits in our lives (helped enormously by having a cleaner and taking every other corner cutting tactic we can) but somehow no, it hasn't killed any passion for us. I say that but maybe there would be even more if there was NO domesticity/drudgery but hey, life's nto like that is it?
I do wish there was less domesticity - I like the cooking/being together/with children stuff but I detest the boring bits (well, those that I do) and I could very happily live a life of luxury, never picking up a dishcloth again. Someone on I'm a Celebrity Get me out of here said tonight "I could happily live the rest of my life in a hotel" - me too!
Wots up Jasper anyway, what's brought this on? Want to tell us?