I had a post on FB get me thinking today. Having your relationship called a farce will do that a person, even with understanding that the person who is being so down on relationships was handed a raw deal.
First and foremost, one cannot love outwardly without loving inwardly. I'm not talking about all that happy mumbo-jumbo about accepting who you are and knowing that you're perfect that way. Please. I'm fine with who I am, but I know darn well that: 1. I could stand lose more than just a few pounds and 2. I never really liked my nose 3. my hair's a little thin and 4. I have a wicked evil bitch inside and I have to control her.
So this isn't about thinking you're perfect. This about thinking that you love you for you and for your flaws. And until you do that, you're fighting uphill in ankle-deep molasses. Once you do, then it's just uphill.
Hearing that all relationships are a farce isn't pleasant when you have been spending years helping your significant other conquer a disease. A disease that I would gladly take part of the burden for him if I could. One we will never cure, only control. Oh, that we could cure it...
Anyway. Love is pretty intense. I can guarantee that many people would have walked in my situation. I did not because I love my husband. I knew who he was and what was going on and I watched him fight to come back to me. Two way street. We wouldn't be here if we didn't love each other. Because let me tell you, folks, I'm no picnic either.
Easy? Hell naw. Worth it? You betcha.
Love is real.
Love is not always beautiful.
Love is not always heart-wrenching or heart-warming.
Love is not the same for every one.
Sometimes, love is cleaning the cat box.
Sometimes, love is rolling socks.
Sometimes, love is just sitting next to each other, watching "The Dark Knight Rises" for the 15th time.
Sometimes, love is learning what it is about you that others love.
Love is learning that neither of you are perfect.
Love is about accepting flaws.
Love is about dealing with one bathroom.
Love is the stupid "what's for dinner" routine. "What do you want to eat?" "Food."
Love cannot exist where it is not welcome.
Love should never be necessary. It should only be wanted.
Love cannot fit in the same place as anger and hate.
Love is not simple.
Love is not complicated.
But love does exist.
And love is real.
It just farts a lot and can't cook.