I've heard a lot of people with parents who are divorced say they don't believe in love or they don't believe in marriage because of what their parents went through. Hearing that makes me so sad. My parents divorced and had a pretty ugly marriage for most of the time I was old enough to understand, but I still believe in love one-hundred percent, no ifs, ands or buts about it.
I believe in love between one man and one woman and I believe it can be life-long.
I believe in honest relationships in which struggles are shared & overcome, together.
I believe in respectful relationships where fights are fair and both people know the relationship is more important than being right or egos.
I believe in good communication so these relationships can be possible.
I believe two people can love each other more than they love themselves.
I believe God intended for one man and one woman to be together and a life-long partner is something he wants for all his children.
I believe in love.
Because I saw what my parents went through, I think I want this kind of love even more than I would otherwise and I also think I understand what it takes to achieve that (mostly).
I fully understand there are days when one's partner has left his glass sitting next to his chair one too many days in a row or when he forgot to get the milk at the store again or when he's just grumpy, and I know those days aren't easy. I know it's easy to complain about your spouse to other people and even your children. I know life gets busy and people get tired and making the effort to be extra awesome to your spouse isn't always something you want to do.
But what I also know? Is that not working to achieve this kind of love is way more painful than admitting to being wrong or picking up that glass for the twentieth day in a row or saying no to temptation.
So I believe in love & I want it.
I can't wait until the day I know I've found this kind of love .... forever. And that I get to work on it every single day ... forever.