Valentine’s Day can go eat a dick
I’ll start by saying I’m married to an amazing guy. I love him dearly. I know he loves me wholeheartedly.
I don’t need a day to express my love. We show it each day.
This year we had a quick peck on the lips as he left for work at some ungodly hour.
I finally managed to get out of bed and get the kids off to school and daycare, got myself ready for work. We both spent the day working our butts off to feed the family etc
The night ended with us sleeping in seperate beds. Did we fight last night? No, we have kids. One needed him last night. More than I did. This morning started with a complete mental case of a kid kicking off. We took our frustration out on each other.
It all came out. Nether of us could believe what the other was saying.
I had to get out of the house and be on my own. It shocked us both enough to step back and see the big picture.
We’ve both been under so much pressure and have both made huge sacrifices.
We had been putting the family first and had lost our nurturing love.
We both said sorry. Not for a reason but for it all. No explanations.
We then continues the day and did all the chores.
We were present in the day.
We are far from perfect. We frustrate the hell out of each other but at the end of the day, we know our love.
I’m not complacent. We both know we have so many flaws and always have to give our relationship work, but’s it’s not a chore. We do it because it’s so damn worth it.
Being in love when you are a parent is so challenging. It’s helping each other, more than anything. You’re both tired and worn out, just wanting to be a bum on the lounge but getting off your butts to keep the household moving.
It’s seeing the love in all the small things. Not the grand gestures- as much as they are loved.
It’s seeing the love in when one chooses to sleep in the bed with the 4yr old, when they clean the kitchen, or hang out the washing. As mundane as chores are, they must be done.
It’s when they say you’re my everything. I choose this life with you, with all its madness and mayhem.
I don’t want roses on Valentine’s Day. I want you present each and every day. I want the good and the bad no matter what. I’ll put up with anything, knowing that each day our love means more to you than anything.














