LOL. Amen to that RD. My ex thought my obsession with dogs was strange to say the least...imagine his surprise when he started realizing that I loved the dogs just a *bit* more than him!
The new boyfriend, thankfully respects my passion for showing dogs and canine-kind. Sure, he doesn't *understand* dog shows, but he has a passion himself (flying- he's a pilot), so he recognizes the emotion.
I've managed to shut most people up (and give them some real food for thought), when I say- "I found my passion when I was 8 years old. I know I will be happy for the rest of my life, showing dogs, and being surrounded by what I love. It's a shame you haven't found your passion yet, but when or if you do, I bet you'll learn to respect mine."
I really do feel sorry for people like that- since when did love ever need to be quantified or limited?