I got kicked in the shin this morning— but so did he. I said something mean, acted like it was all his fault, but it wasn’t. And it wasn’t mine either. If I’m honest, it was both of us.
Love isn’t sin, and it doesn’t make you grin all the time. Sometimes love is hard. Sometimes it’s starting over a hundred times just to say I love you. But only with the one who wants to change— the one I chose.
We both have our anger, our tempers, our trenches. We’ve got to sacrifice whatever it takes because we love each other no matter what.
Hell or high water— I will not leave him.
I will begin by telling him that every-time he feels unloved.
