Please Don’t Love Me To Death
I hear people say it all the time: “I love him to death,” or “I love her to death.” Sometimes it’s followed with a “but…” like “I love my grandson to death, but….” and then they go on to specify or (worse) list all those things they don’t really like so much.
I’m not sure I ever heard the expression until I moved to Vermont. At least it didn’t register with me. Here in Vermont, they often add a “right“, as in: “I love that woman right to death, but sometimes she drives me crazy.”
I think it’s an icky expression. I cringe when I hear it. I’m opposed to killing anything, especially that which you espouse to love. And using love as the weapon makes it even worse.
Please, please, please don’t love me to death. Or shoot me. Or stab, strangle, or beat me to death.
I promise to return the favor.
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