It’s easier to be me

Disclaimer: This post is totally random and NOT the consequence of the writer missing an important date like an anniversary or a birthday.

Love is a powerful force.  Probably the strongest force in the Universe, if you ignore the “Hulk-Smash!”.  Many people have been fortunate enough to stumble upon another person who unlocked this force in their life.  Finding a soulmate through the maze of daily existence and a desolate graveyard of failed relationships. People who, by some sacred intervention, acted on that discovery.  People like me.  One lucky bastard.

We live in a world where we are taught by society that having an opinion doesn’t necessarily mean you should dish it out like badges at a Democratic party convention.  This skill implies that some things are better left unsaid.  As the wounds caused by words tend to heal very slow, and never completely.  The scars remain forever.

Humans refer to this social interaction as being considerate, or politically correct, or having compassion, or self-control, or plain good manners, or just NOT being a dick.  But sometimes it gets too much. Sometimes the only thing you need to do, in order to retain some level of sanity, is to vent.  To have an opportunity of pressing the release valve and blow of a little (or a shitloud, depending on the situation) of steam, as the alternative would be to smash them across the face with a laptop computer.  Or a conference table.

Which brings me to Wife again.

It’s no secret that Wife makes me a better person just being around her. I think she’s the only reason why I have friends.  She’s really the proverbial “better half” of my existence. But that’s only one aspect of what she means to me.

Having someone in my life who knows me inside out and still choose to stick around, is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. Words fail me when I try to express my gratitude for having her in my life.  For providing my with a safe haven.  A place where I don’t have to pretend.  A place where I can just be. A place where I can dump the mask and prance around naked with all my flaws, failures and other shortcomings on display.  (And it’s not what you think!) It’s a place where I’m not being judge for whom or what I love or hate, like or dislike.

I don’t know much but I know that Wife loves me for me.  She loves me because of me. She even loves me, despite me.

But more importantly…

She makes it easier to be me.

And that my friends, is true love.

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