Don’t tell me you “understand” why I’m vegan. If you understood you’d be vegan, too.
Understanding doesn’t equal agreement. I understand why Walter White started to cook meth, doesn’t mean I’m gonna buy an RV and a barrel of methylamine.
I want a boyfriend that makes me workout every day until I’m near the point of collapse, and if I don’t, I don’t get to sleep on the bed for the night. The same goes for him. If I do my workouts wrong, I want him to scold me and force me to repeat my set, or else I get less food at dinner.