We did not have much. We had a home, that I was thankful for. However it was nothing extraordinary. The roof had multiple leaks that my husband kept saying he would fix, but never got around to. So, there were various buckets and bowls laying around the house. The once white carpet now had a yellow tint to it, and was coming up in places due to the children knocking over those bowls of roof water while playing.
We had cars. They weren't the newest models. They had many miles, and a lot of wear and tear over the years, but they were ours...and they ran. We had two precious children that I stayed home and dedicated my life to. I attended college, got my degree. Once he said that he wanted me to stay home with the kids. Once he got a promotion... I gave it all up. I gave up my career, gave up my dreams, to better our family. "Our kids will thrive" I remember him saying.
Most importantly, I thought we had love. I thought none of it would matter, my sacrifices would better us. Because we had love. Now my thoughts are blurry when it comes to things like love.
Does love even exist?
Why does love hurt so much?
Does love make people crazy?
Can you kill someone and still love them?