Falling in love is meeting somebody you've never met before. Falling in love is letting go, and feeling vulnerable, open, and damn, a little scared. It's a beautiful thing. So, let go. Because you'll never be able to control love, so don't try.
A friend and I were talking this morning. He'd set up a date a couple weeks back and I was curious about where they were going but he told me, "It's going to be tomorrow night instead. She texted me a reschedule."
Here are some examples of things your husband wants you to chill out about: what tone your child just used, what happened to the throw pillow, why do we have two opened boxes of the same kind of cereal, what tone the school secretary used, how many days it has been since your sister texted.
His profile had described his marital status as "separated," which I took to mean living separately. When the truth came out, that phrase actually meant that he and his wife sometimes "separated" when she was in the kitchen directing the staff while he was in the den writing to women.
We have grown so accustomed to meeting others' standards that we may not know what we want in a relationship. But in learning to love ourselves, we look for partners who will love us in return, and write off those who will bring negativity and judgment into our lives.
What's interesting is not just that most people aren't in touch with their desires, but that simultaneously, most of us think we ARE. We get ideas about what we want from media, our friends, our past experiences. And we piece together some image of what we want that is usually pretty generic.
Aw, men... try as they may to figure out the feminine psyche, they just can't seem to pull it together. But hey, women are no Einsteins when it comes to figuring men out, either. That's why books of the Mars and Venus persuasion are such top sellers.