I (33m) write poems for fun. I don’t publish them or share them with anyone. I just have a little black notebook full of poems that I write in the morning with my coffee, which I then leave in my desk drawer. It’s sort of a mindfulness practice I do instead of reading the news on my phone.
Anyway, so my wife (30f) got curious the other day, and went through my little black notebook, without my permission. Maybe 100 poems. And she got angry with me because none of the poems are about her. She told me that she expected at least ONE of the poems to be about her, and went off on this tangent, about how she doesn’t even know if I love her if I didn’t write a poem about her, but I wrote a poem about our cat, the tree in our front yard, etc. I tried to tell her that it wasn’t like that, and so she demanded that I write a love poem about her. I told her I wasn’t going to write a love poem about her unless I feel inspired. I would just be pumping something out, out of a sense of obligation, and it wouldn’t be a real love poem. Anyway, she’s been sulky and quiet for a few days and I guess I’m starting to feel guilty and maybe I should just sit down and crap out some poem comparing her to a rose. It just feels dishonest.
Am I being too precious? AITA for refusing to write a love poem for my wife?