I’m two months in with forever to go. They said it wouldn’t be easy. They said it would take work. They said it would be worth it. I talked with my 90 yr old Grandpa on the phone today who said, “When he does something that’s not right, don’t cook for him.”
So, tonight I didn’t cook for him.
It’s strange how you can go to the fuzzy love feeling, to the blood boiling hate, back to the fuzzy love feeling all within one day.
In our pre-marriage counseling class they said sometimes you have to make the decision to love. It won’t always come easy, but you have to make up your mind to love them.
Today, I may not like him, but I love him.