<p><pre><code>  Their wives complain that their husbands didn’t
  notice that the furniture was repossessed or
  that their old cat died and was replaced by a
  dog. My third husband was like that. At some
  point in my marriage I discovered that he
  didn’t know the color of my eyes. He didn’t
  know the color of his eyes either. He wasn’t
  color-blind: he was just indifferent. I asked
  him as a personal favor to learn the color of
  my eyes by heart and he did. My friend Irene
  even suggested creating a support group for the
  wives of such mathematicians.
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I&#x27;m really bad when it comes to this sort of thing. My partner often quizzes me on things that were apparently &quot;discussed&quot; which I actually didn&#x27;t hear because I was engrossed in something else.<p>I&#x27;m generally very apathetic which makes my partner question whether I love them sometimes. It <i>is</i> peculiar why we should love.