My parents have been married for a long time now. Longer than most of my friends’ parents. Their fathers were either abusive physically and emotionally to their mothers or they were just plain liars who took their mothers’ love for granted. My parents’ marriage is not perfect. I’m glad I see that now. Maturity and adulthood ( I’m not so old)have opened my eyes to a lot of things I’d rather not want to see.
I now see the little bickering they try to hide. I now see that my father doesn’t pay much attention to my mother when she talks. I now see that my father is on the computer a lot( even though he tries to deny that he’s quite addicted). It’s almost as if that’s all he cares about. As if that’s what he’d rather be doing than to talk to my mother and us.
I’m beginning to doubt the existence of love. I’m beginning to see that love doesn’t last. Ever! I’m beginning to understand that everything that has a beginning surely has an end. Everything including love.( Is it still love if it ends? )The only love that truely exists is the love of God.
Looking around, if love really existed people wouldn’t spend so much money on things as vain as shoes just to make themselves happy when there are hungry mouths to feed. If love existed people wouldn’t kill one another. People wouldn’t cheat others and hurt others. So, is there any love at all? Real perpetual love. Love that actually lasts Forever?
I don’t know if I’m making sense but I’m in one of those moods today. I don’t mean to offend anyone. If you’re offended,my sincere apologies to you.
Love is just like a story, there’s the rising action, the climax, falling action and conclusion. There’s always a conclusion. If not why do people remarry after the death of their partners.
This is where I end my baseless talk. Comment if you understand. Comment if you don’t. I just want to know what you think. 🙂