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I honestly wonder how my parents tolerate one another. 

Whenever I am in town, all they do is argue. 

They way they speak to each other is awful.

I see no love.

Then my mother makes fun of me for “getting Kevin a soda” or “making his dinner plate”

She doesn’t realize I do that out of love. I do that for him because I love him and I enjoy taking care of my man. Especially since he is so good to me, it is a way of sorta saying “thanks”. Well, to me anyways.

Granted their relationship was crappy from almost the beginning, but all the kids are gone now. All they need to do is spend time together. But they don’t. They sit in seperate rooms, and when they speak it’s negative mostly. 

I feel lost without my husband. 

I want to hang out with him all the time, and at first I thought it was “weird”

Now, I know this is love.

I wish they could or would love each other like Kevin and I do.

Or how Morgan and Eddy do.

Or how Jen and Quincy do.

Those are examples of real love that I have seen in my lifetime.

I am sure there are more, but those are the few people who I know well enough to know what they got going on is the same love that I got going on, and it’s awesome 🙂 

I don’t feel bad or place blame on any “one” parent.

Equally, they need help.

They won’t admit it.