Marshmellow Fluff

Love problems are hardly ever public, or at least the truth of relationships aren’t.  Only when you’re going through a break up, separation, argument or some other related turmoil, do people start dishing on their own issues.

When I was younger  I was unaware that  relationships required work.  I assumed conflict meant the relationship was unsalvageable.  If the relationship wasn’t happiness, laughter and love — it was over.  I have come to find that no relationship is devoid of friction at some level.    Relationships require constant work, cultivation and attention in order to flourish for longer then the 3 month honeymoon period.  Who has that kind of time really?  Between work, life in general, sleeping and eating, fitting anything in between is difficult at best.  I’ve always considered myself someone who was better at being alone and was okay with knowing that my life was destined for solitude – as long as it was barring becoming a crazy cat lady. 

But then love happens.  That moment when you meet someone you want to work towards something meaningful with.  That person who you can’t imagine your life without and who you imagine building a life with.  In such a case, all bets of sanity are off and when those types of relationships are threatened, people become irrational.

Love makes us do some pretty stupid things.  We drive around parking lots looking for their car hoping to “accidentally” run into them.  We convince ourselves that every song on the radio is relevant to our current state of torment.  We hold on to stupid little sayings with reckless abandon as if they are the words of some magic remedy.  We torment our friends with our endless recounting of the situation.  We read our horoscopes trying to find something to help decipher what tomorrow will bring.  We check our phones to make sure it has reception, convinced that must be the reason why it isn’t ringing.  We stop eating or we eat too much, we stop sleeping or can’t bring ourselves to get out of bed.  We cyber stalk them scared of what we will discover but too scared not to investigate.

In a strange way when it comes to love, we are all equal.