Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. Eventually, the bill comes due.
I wish more women knew suffering in the pursuit of romance is not normal and there is no prize for endurance. Love should feel beautiful and fun. I am tired of seeing women suffer in the name of being loved.