Major congratulations to the Owl Couple.
THERE ARE MANY KIND OF LOVE STORIES. THERE'S THE ONE I'M CELEBRATING WITH 45 YEARS OF MARRIAGE THIS WEEKEND. THERE'S OTHERS THAT CELEBRATE FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOUR PET, YOUR CHILDREN OR GRANDCHILDREN, OR A BEST FRIEND.
LOVE COMES IN MANY FORMS AND THIS WEEKEND WE CELEBRATE THEM ALL!
SHARE YOUR LOVE STORIES!
HOW DID YOU MEET, WHERE DID YOU MEET?
SAY IT WITH LOVE THIS WEEKEND.
How truly wonderful for you both Debi.Another type of love story....how I learned to love my mom. You've all heard the stories by now about her. She was an unusual woman, and many times we just wanted to proverbially strangle her...lol When I truly learned to love my mom was the last two months of her life. When we learned she was terminal, I moved in with her to take care of her. And that's when I learned so very much. I asked a lot of questions about her life and suddenly the 4 closets of clothes made sense, the need for control became clear, and I "saw" my mom as not my mom but a fellow human being and soul. She just happened to be my mother. In those last two months I learned a new level of love.
Hurray for you both Duke. Enjoy your celebration.The story leading up to it isn't all that interesting, but tomorrow is our 30th anniversary.
I need tissues now. Darn, I just popped by for a spook or two. Now I’m all warm inside and wet outside.I had a similar thing happen with my mom too, Debi. We were both stubborn Capricorns, so we were always locking horns. At one point I quit communicating with her, feeling that my wounds were too great for reconciliation. But when she became terminal with cancer, I was able to read her one of my stories, and to take turn sitting with her ( nearly all 8 of my siblings were there too.) I was also able to forgive her for so much, simply having become a mother myself, to a problem child. And I realized how short life can be, and how I regretted not spending more time forgiving than holding grudges. I had a very healing dream after her passing, that tied up lose ends and let me know how truly she had loved her children.
I do not believe you are Oz. In fact, I think your implication is well supported by the familiar supposition that you have to love yourself in order to love another. I believe that is why persons with several different forms of mental illness or social dysmorphia are unable to show even empathy to/for another person.I often wonder what true love is, your first love may be just lust when you are young. The love for your kids may be a selfish feeling so your genes carry on. Your love for your mum or parent may be a survival technique, same reason for your love of a long term partner. There seems to be a selfish reason behind all these relationships we label "love". Or am I just being paranoid?
Happy anniversary Duke. We share the same wedding anniversaryThe story leading up to it isn't all that interesting, but tomorrow is our 30th anniversary.
I just think your labeling the feeling wrong. I think selfish has a bad connotation to it. I don’t think it’s wrong to want love to last in whatever form. We don’t want to be parted from those we love no matter the situation. That is just the nature of real love. I think it is why we are here, to learn to love in many ways. It may be the part of us that lives forever.I often wonder what true love is, your first love may be just lust when you are young. The love for your kids may be a selfish feeling so your genes carry on. Your love for your mum or parent may be a survival technique, same reason for your love of a long term partner. There seems to be a selfish reason behind all these relationships we label "love". Or am I just being paranoid?