Such a wonderful idea to imagine that every time you go home… happiness will be there for you. If not happiness a sense of belonging. There can be so much love and happiness that families can share with each other.
Still there is the idea that homes are as cold and uncaring as the world outside. The mistake that people make by only looking at the outside of the relationship and not seeing what the couple themselves see every day.
This inference to what we think or can think that lies within other people’s relationships leads those, especially those with the best of intentions to press their views on other people.
When we see a relationship and ask what can be done… or that couple is doomed… we forget that our own personal relationships are not always chocolates and flowers. We need so much more work for those few moments of joy.
There is not a couple alive and I would figure dead as well, who can say that they had a perfectly happy lifestyle. We have been jealous, greedy, sadistic, overbearing, and worse. But still our love survived because it was love. And true love can take the negative with the positive and realize that those few points of negativity make the points of happiness so much more.
As the saying goes you cannot have an omelet without breaking some eggs. Well have your omelet.
“It’s four,” I spoke the time feeling frustration creeping in. There were no cooking noises and worst of all there were no flavors crawling upstairs through the crack in the door. At least, at this point I should be smelling the main ingredient in her soup.
And I have never known her not to make tea while she cooks. Why had I not heard the whistle of the kettle? There had to be something, could she really be pulling my leg about the soup.
Fear clenched me, but anger took control. I would not give her the satisfaction of watching me crawl downstairs begging for, begging for… soup. It was my SOUP and she had to give it to me.