Love isn’t all fairy tales and happy conclusions. It is staying in emotionally (and sometimes physically) abusive relationships, to try and keep a family connected.
Love means trying to make ends meet after your husband walked out, and still trying to keep it together.
It means enduring him telling everyone you’re a horrible mother, but still staying out of the belief that it was in the best interest of the children to have both of their parents in their lives.
It’s finally having the courage to move away to get on steady ground and have a brighter future.
Love is having the strength to leave a toxic relationship. It’s also being able to maintain your dignity and swallow your tears as you walk away.
It means sacrificing everyone and everything so you don’t have to put you children through hardship.
Love can be ugly and so I will be ugly if it’s required for my kid’s happiness. Because love is sacrifice and I’ve sacrificed literally everything I have and would do it all over.
Love is knowing that you’d suffer years of it in a loop just to bring you into the world again if need be.
To be able to journey through hell and back selflessly, you have to become a monster yourself and because I love you, I will be ugly.