When you are young, you have a fantasy perception of what love really is. Love really means sticking around thru the good times and the bad. Even after they have pissed you off beyond your tolerance, you find yourself walking away to breathe and end up forgiving. It isn’t always romantic. It isn’t always going to be on its best behavior. There are some days, I wonder what the hell I was thinking the day I married my husband, and others I remember it is because he is funny, always making me laugh, he has patience, he also knows that he can voice his opinion but I’m going to be the one who ultimately makes the decision, he never holds it against me we I go against the grain, just makes sure he throws in an “I told you so” when it crumbles. (well hey, doesn’t everyone do that
) All you can do is treat each other with kindness, once that gets tossed, voices get raise, feelings get hurt you’ve set a precedence for failure. Never take each other for granted and go out of your way for each other making sure nobody feels neglected.
I will guarantee what ever has you upset is nothing to him. Women tend to focus on each and every word and the subliminal meaning behind it.
Men, they don’t think that much.
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