I hope you find someone who absentmindedly plays with your fingers, rubs your back, runs their hands through your hair, and reaches for you without even thinking about it. And I hope that when you look at them, something inside you simply says, “home.”
GPS doesn’t scream at you or call you a failure when you miss a turn. It just quietly says "rerouting." Stop treating a wrong turn in your life like a cliff. Just reroute.
This is how I feel about people who forgive their deadbeat fathers and take care of them because “he’s still my dad” after watching their mothers struggle and essentially give up their lives to take care of them.
I feel some type of way about “marrying an intentional man” or “marry who loves you” being used to describe a man who goes above and beyond financially and in gift giving. Not disputing the fact that we should indeed marry who loves you, but-