Them: “I can’t stand my husband.”

 Them: “I can’t stand my husband.”

Me: Sis… I can’t relate.

Mine kisses my forehead every morning before he leaves for work.
He works his butt off to provide, never complains, and still comes home with enough love and patience to give his all to our babies.
He remembers how I like my coffee and texts me just to say he’s thinking of me.

He’s not perfect.
Neither am I.
But we fight for each other. Every single day.
And I feel safe here.
I feel loved here.

So no, I can’t relate.
I’m lucky.
And I’ll never stop being thankful for a love like this. 

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