When I was younger, my (single, or probably should have been) mother always told me that when something went awry in my love life, it was invariably not my fault.

I met my husband during our PhDs. Through him, I'm learning that time spent assigning fault is better spent solving whatever the issue is.

Husband was diagnosed with a Asperger's Syndrome during his 20s -- he doesn't pick up on subtle, nonverbal language. It has since been folded into an autism diagnosis.

I work in a hospital 20 miles from home, he on a 5 year, 100 percent remote contract at a Global 500 company. Shortly after I arrived at work, he texted me that "I want to hug you".

My response was that, "I can't stop thinking about you".

He went full-on autistic and said "we see each other often, so it doesn't surprise me that I'm on your mind".

sigh Just when I thought he'd made a breakthrough...