Living with a person who is chronically negative is like tying a cement block to your foot and jumping into the middle of the ocean. You take your last breath and hope you will be rescued before you drown.
I am a positive person. I don’t see things as “all or nothing,” and I don’t find potential problems in every situation. I’m easy going and have learned that most things smooth themselves out just fine with minimal or no involvement from me. There isn’t much I consider a big deal, and I just generally don’t get upset about things that may or may not happen. Borrowing trouble is a waste of my good mood. I’ll adjust if I need to.
My husband is nightmarishly negative. He sees a potential downside to every single situation. If I give him good news, he will respond with “yea but…” and proceed to tell me all the reasons why my news isn’t so good after all. For example, my daughter who recently graduated high-school thought living at home binge watching Netflix was what you did when you didn’t have to go to school every day.