Aren't you a bunch of cuties. And don't you think everything he does is so so cute. It's cute how he drives a car, how he slurps his soup, how he prays to the Lord above, how he doesn't open the cereal the right way. All so cute.
Well, the game's up. I just performed Chinese spit torture on you and now you admit he does have some annoying flaws. You also admit that you think you can change him...that it's your job to change him. That he'll "grow out of it."
The fact is that the core of him...the very nucleus will probably not change very drastically. (Neither will yours, ya little sassy britches.)
The very unhappiest I've ever been in my marriage was when I wished my husband would change and the very happiest times were when I didn't care the least bit if he ever "grew out of it."
Dear young people, can you live with that flaw every day for the next 80 years? Then just assume it will never go away and you're all good then. Learn to get to the cereal box before him and pray a lot right before he eats soup. Can you not live with that flaw for the next 80 years? Like maybe he supports Trump? Or he wants to go to a church that teaches heresy? Or maybe he likes cats.