The age that I almost lost my courage and strength, but also the age where I found it. The age that changed everything.
When we stop fighting to be worth it, to be seen or to be loved, we realize love has been fighting for us the whole time.
I can’t give my opinions on how to avoid arguments because truthfully speaking, I’m more of a hot-tempered person than hubs is. But I want to share and document what makes this relationship work for us.
I’ve heard this argument before. A few nights ago and a couple nights before that and a night before that. They argue and scream and slam, and then, in the silence of 4 am, a different kind of pounding erupts—the kind of making up.
Always ask the other “What can I do for you?” It may seems like a small gesture, but if you genuinely ask, you’ll get a genuine response, unless you’re dating a jerk, and I’m going to pretend you’re not because I don’t even know you, but I know you’re better than that.
The thoughts were endless, and they were gnawing at my core, breaking me apart and spreading my insides across the floor for me to just stare at, void of feeling.
He’ll fight to keep the relationship together, not just to get his way.
It’s okay to leave someone behind. It’s okay if your natural instinct is to fly, to flee. But don’t leave without fighting first.
Trust is built when we are reminded that our partner is there for us. They reach out for us or grab our hand when we reach out for them. We realize our needs matter to our partner. We forget the details about our hurt, and the negative event in the relationship slips from our mind.
Any man who has ever dated a girl with a dog knows that on the day you make it official with her, you have then joined the war that has been going on for years. The war between man and dog, for your significant other’s affection.