![[PukiWiki]](image/pukiwiki.png "[PukiWiki]")
The Messy Reality of the Practice The practice quickly went from academic to personal. The Virgo woman sees the Libra man as a project. She looks at his nice-guy routine, his endless need to weigh every single option—pizza vs. tacos can be a three-hour debate, for real—and she thinks, “I can streamline this guy. I can introduce order. I can polish this diamond.” She jumps in with the organization, the criticism disguised as “helpful feedback,” and the scheduling. She takes the lead. The Libra man, he lets her do it. He loves the peace. He loves not having to make the final call because, honestly, the decision itself stresses him out.
But here’s the kicker, the part I tracked the absolute most: the quiet resentment. The Virgo woman gets tired of carrying the structural load. She feels unappreciated because her service is accepted, not cherished. The Libra man gets tired of the constant criticism, the feeling that he’s always falling short of the Virgo’s impossible perfection standard. So, what does he do? He retreats, he gets passive-aggressive, he gets non-committal. The one thing that drives the Virgo absolutely bonkers is lack of commitment. And he knows it. Subconsciously, that’s his only weapon left.
