I asked a question, "How much do you love me?"

After a momentary pause, "I used to love you very much -- till we have kids. x% went to this, y% went to that, so...."

It hurts.

I never knew that is how Love is. I thought Love has no limits. I had a baby gal, now I have a new boy. But it never felt like my love for her has diminished in anyway because of a new addition. Love just grows and grows, to accommodate more.

That was plainly a statement to "justify" or "legitamized" his lost love.

Then he said, "Don't try to misinterpret what I said. If you can't accept it, then don't ask me such a question."

Did I interpret it any other way? Wasn't it simply "I love you less"?

"You have a right to your opinions, but sometimes what you said can hurt people. The day when what you had just said no longer affects me, is the day when you really have to start worrying."

I know that Love may diminish over time, even soured or be completely obliterated. On the other end, Love can flourish, be enhanced and be in abundance. Love can change it's form, from red-hot passion, to a more subdued familial form - To Love him as a husband, a father to my kids, a life partner (unfortunately not as soul mate, for we are too alike in areas which I had hoped not, that it gets stressful to voice what I truly feels ever so often. It would have been better if we had been complementary. That, would be another story.). And that, is a more powerful Love - one that is meant to last and bind.

And thus, it hurts, especially when the message is masked under unfamiliar notions of x, y ,z%......