Love isn’t lies

When people hear how my husband and I talk to each other for the first time they generally stare open mouthed in shock. There’s no mooshy gooshy bullshit here and I frequently forget the way we talk to each other is far from how other couples speak. Don’t get me wrong we love the shit out of each other but as he says, “love isn’t lies”. We tease one another, call names, and beat the hell out of each other in the car if we see a slug bug; but that’s all in good fun. I might call him “mother fucker” more than “babe”, but he knows he’s my favorite person on this planet. Our love is loud, aggressive, and crass; but it’s also supportive, caring, and honest. If I ask him if my knees are getting fat (thanks mom) and they are, he’s going to tell me yes. I don’t ask him things or get his opinion just to have him tell me what I want to hear. I ask him to hear his honesty. There’s never improvement where there aren’t critiques and our goal is to be constantly improving. We push each other because we each see the other’s potential. True love is wanting the best for the other person, we don’t accept mediocrity. We challenge each other, we both make sure the other got up when we said we were going to, make sure the other person worked out if they said they were going to, took our vitamins, read part of our book, adhered to our diet (which I frequently cheat on); and if we don’t we tease the other relentlessly! Love isn’t easy it takes work, it takes honesty, it takes growth, and understanding. Our love might seem aggressive, but we don’t yell or call names in anger, we hold hands in the car, he occasionally opens my door, we cuddle and watch our shows, we compare notes from books we’re reading, we share what we’ve learned that day, we’ll workout or do yoga together, he wakes me up with coffee and breakfast in bed frequently. Out loud our love might seem angry but quietly our love honest, caring, and constantly growing. He’s my best friend and I’m so grateful I get to go through this journey of life with him by my side. Even though I sometimes fantasize about putting him through a wood chipper there’s not a single person on this planet I’d rather go to sleep next to and wake up to every morning.