Think back: I was seeing this guy that I now call my ex-husband. The infatuation was intense, like a drug. Every time we got close, I wanted more. We both wanted to move on to the next part of life, whatever that meant. For him it was children. For me it was love. I didn't want kids. He didn't want marriage. We played a game of chicken, "I'll get married if you'll have kids with me."
Perspective is a funny thing. My ex- described me as insufferable and unstable. I got a glimpse of the other side of that imbalanced commitment. The demand from another person to FEEL something is as hard as demanding for another person to feel something.