Hodge Podge Love

Love, a nice little word, yet the word gets used in so many ways you get real love, true love, unconditional love, puppy love, motherly, fatherly, brotherly love, sisterly love, even tough love. Some people never find it, some people are lucky enough to find it, yet lose it, some are always looking, and some people find it and keep it.

We’re all different yet all looking apparently for the same thing, mostly. We all seek shelter and the companionship of others. We set up homes and start our lives and move forward. Some people move onto a more permanent arrangement and some marry it’s the way of things. When you first set out into a relationship it’s all new and giggly, everything they do is funny or cute, the real test comes when you’re sick or you’ve been together for ages and know each other well enough to be in the bathroom together brushing your teeth, when they snore all night or make strange noises as they fall asleep. That’s when love really comes into it. The question you’ve got to ask yourself is can you wake up next to this person for the rest of their lives or yours?

I’m lucky, I answered a resounding yes to the above question many years ago and I do love him unconditionally, we’ve been through some good and some rotten times together. I know he is a fine man and a good father. He’s provided for us for many years, we have a home and we’re lucky enough to have children. He’s not a quitter and I am so lucky to be with him. I’ve never quite got over the wonder of how we meet someone and then that someone chooses you, out of all the millions on this planet, they chose you.

They chose to stay with you and wake up to you in the morning, with our frizzy hair and morning breath, that’s magic, that’s love. Sometimes I feel myself stare at him whilst he has a well-earned doze in the chair after a long day at work. His hair might be a little grey, but it’s still the sweet soul I fell in love with way back. He’s a sweet, kind, generous man whom I love very much. Like most, he works too hard but he’s all for his family always has been always will be, bless him.

Love can make you do strange things. You “go the extra mile” to please or put up with quirks they have, because you love them, we’ve all heard the saying “love is blind” I think it might be, if it wasn’t then my husband would see he’s married a short, bad tempered moose and that would be a shame. As I like him loving me.

Another saying is “true love conquers all” I think it can help a lot, especially when your back’s against the wall, either emotionally or financially, we’ve been there too.

A few years ago, now my husband had a misdiagnosis from his Dr. who told him in a loud voice in a packed waiting room in hospital that he has cancer. He was gutted, it was the death sentence he’d always feared as his own father died of cancer. It was a horrible thing for this Dr. To do. The way in which he told my husband was cruel.

When my husband came out of the hospital he was in shock, he walked past me as if he didn’t see me. I grabbed his coat to stop him, he wouldn’t look at me. I asked him what was wrong, he said there was nothing wrong, but there clearly was. I stopped him walking and I asked again, he told me what the Dr. had said. I was angry, this could not be true, no way could this be true. I hugged him, and I told him we’d fight this together and I didn’t believe this diagnosis. Six weeks after my husband went to see another Dr. he told him that it wasn’t true, and he was fine, he didn’t have cancer. Those six weeks were long and there was lots of disbelief from my husband, he thought he was going to die. He was preparing for it mentally, looking for signs, it was cruel. During that time, I tried my best to convince him he wasn’t terminal. It meant all the time I spent with him was even more precious. I would cook more of his favourite food and try to think of what I could do for him to make him feel better, that’s love too. Thank goodness that first Dr. was wrong as well as being an idiot. So, love does make you go the extra mile. And I’d walk it barefoot for him and my family, gladly.

So, don’t you think we should be “spreading the love “more? I think we should.

There’s not enough love in this world and it’s such a shame. In my opinion It’s not a crime to love someone or to help them, especially if they need you or are struggling.

Reach out, help someone, hug someone, it’s not too late ....