What do you do for love?

As we sat in the theater last night watching a performance of A Chorus Line I looked at my husbands bored expression and the sleeping man across the aisle sitting next to his enthralled wife. I wondered if they regretted this excursion or felt obligated to suffer in silence? My husband says he sits through all the shows because he knew I loved the theater when he married me and it’s part of his “job”. I suppose that’s the same reason we hold season tickets for both football and basketball, neither of which I love. What do you do for love; watch sappy movies, fish, sit through hours of the History Channel? Do you regret it?