When does the art of compromise become compromising?

B once told me he read from an article the happiest relationship is one where compromise is unrequired. I agreed and still agree. It's nice to be loved for being ourselves.

As we all know, ideals only happen in fairytales. In reality, certain level of compromise will still be needed I supposed, for a relationship to work.

Take some habits for example:

He's an earlybird. I'm not.
I'm laid-back. He's fast-paced.
I won't run for the bus. He will.
He walks fast. I stroll.

Reality is such that - in order to get along - we will have to adjust and meet midway.

There you go.

"In a relationship, when does the art of compromise become compromising? - Sex and the City