When is a relationship really "for real"?
Monday, November 2, 2009 - LIFES BIG QUESTIONS
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Monday, November 2, 2009 - LIFES BIG QUESTIONS
:: The Lovers by Rene Magritte, 1928
Back in the '50s, you weren’t officailly going steady until the girl got the guy’s class ring. In the '80s (and sometimes even today), things don’t get serious unless a couple trades in their class rings for wedding rings. In the Sicilian countryside, the wedding doesn’t even count unless it's consumated with the stain of conjugal bedsheets. Upload to the 21st century, and a relationship isn’t official until the couple’s Facebook status changes. The thing is, these are all outward signs of a relationship’s reality. The better question is: What's YOUR idea of the UNSEEN symbol of a couple’s affections?
when both partners have no qualms about being themselves and be entirely honest about themselves with the other. Trust is the fuel for relationships. Truth and honesty is the only way to gain any real trust. How many times do people fall in love with someone and find out the person they really love is the memory of what they thought that person was. Honesty is something that hurts for a moment at its worst, but think about it, if someone is honest with you about the things you don't want to hear, you know they will be honest about pretty much all things.
When you are finally not completely blinded by love and see your partners faults but still love them for everything they are.
When each breath you breathe is breathed together, and each heart beat resounds in both chests. Then it is real and durable.
@AlMax Well said. I hope she did let you go on those fishing trips. I saw so many good answers and you are all right. I'd like to add that I knew it was real when I considered my husband to be a part of my family that I could not imagine living without. Like the love for my parents that would never change, or like the love for my sons that will never change. My love for my late husband never changed and I loved him until his very last breath, which he used to say, "I love you, Sylvia!" Then he died leaving me standing there thinking, "My name is Barbara." I called his ex-wife Sylvia and told her he had just died and his last words were to tell her he loved her. He knew that I knew he loved me, but he trusted me to tell Sylvia he loved her, too. Yes, it was real, for 49 years it was real. I miss him.
I think I knew I was committed to my future wife when I refused to go on another drunken fishing trip with my friends of 35 years. I knew that they were special, but I also knew that they were not going to be there to push my wheelchair or carry my oxygen bottle if the need arose. My bride would. Besides, after 10 years of marriage, I can't wait to climb into bed with her every night. She is the reason I get up every day.
I'm getting married in 3 weeks and someone asked me how I knew it was right. What I came up with was...
I am motivated at all times by three internal forces, a rational brain, an emotional heart and a completely wreckless set of genitals. My fiance is the first person who has ever captured and maintained the simultaneous attention of all three.
when you know she loves you and you know you love her