We have several good weeks, no fighting, no drama. I have a rotten dream about fighting. I wake up grateful it wasn’t real, grateful that for now we are being good to each other.
I send a message to that effect. And suddenly face accusations of over analyzing and not enjoying the present. Sigh. I hate this. He wants to fight about my being happy we weren’t fighting.
I love this man and not in some silly romantic way. No, it is certainly a case of being very much aware of reality. Loving him is not an emotional state but an active verb, always striving to accept the good and bad as they are.