Alright, just a quick appreciation post.
Because I feel like most people don’t understand what true love is. It isn’t swiping left or right on Tinder. It’s not the cheesy “Couple Goals” posts that you see all over Instagram, or the silly “How Well Do I Know My Partner” posts that you see all over Facebook.
True love isn’t fancy dates, or happy hour at your favorite bar with your favorite person.
Most people are in love with the theory of love. If you’re looking at it from the outside, it’s something beautiful, breathtaking, and almost magical. If you’re looking at it from the inside however, it’s terrifying. You never know if the person you’re with for 8-months is going to be the person you’re with for 80-years, or if it’ll all fall apart tomorrow.
It’s the strongest emotion there is- it can put you up on a high for days but, it can also tie three cinderblocks around your feet and drown you in the river.
It can be awful. Simply awful.
But it can also be amazing, and beautiful, and wonderful.
Today for example… fucking sucked. (Pardon my languge but, it did.)
Things started out okay, woke up kind of late, went out to GoodWill, which has become Angel and I’s Monday routine. We love our weekly spoopy treasure hunts. Today’s wasn’t that great though, if I’m being honest. We found a 1993 Azure Ty Beanie Baby for .50 cents which was great, a new bowl for the critters, black cat pajama pants (How much more Black Cat Day can you get?) and a penguin cookie jar that matches a salt and pepper shakers set that we’d found there a few weeks back.
Halloween stuff however was in short supply.
So, with more than four hours until I had to be at work, we decided to go check out another GoodWill in our area and see if they had anything good. Did it? See, I don’t really know.
Within I’d say about 5-minutes of being in there, my phone pinged with a notification that my bank account had been overdrawn.
W.H.A.T. T.H.E. A.C.T.U.A.L. F.U.C.K.
I’d love to tell you that Chase had my back on a clearly fraudulent charge but, it wasn’t until they’d charged me twice for the same thing that the fraud department reached out with a text and told me that they’d blocked a suspicious charge.
Love to… but can’t.
Queue me and Angel walking out of the GoodWill without the gorgeous music box that she’d found, and the salad dressing maker that I’d wanted to drive less than a mile down the road to Chase while on the phone with one of their reps. The lady I spoke to was a lot of help, telling me what I had to do in order to report the fraud, get my money back, and get a new card expedited to me after she called the claims department on my behalf because they were experiencing what she called “extremely” long wait times.
However, this isn’t the first time in the past couple of months that I’ve had this issue with Chase and someone screwing around with my money. First in June, and now again in August? Either I’m the problem- even though I don’t let anyone else use my debit card, have access to my accounts, or anything of the sort… or it’s Chase.
So what else do I do when I’m having the day from hell?
Angel and I drove home, and while she chose to hang out upstairs and do some dishes I went downstairs to take a scalding hot shower and try to get my shit together. The last thing I needed to do before work today was cry and give myself a headache. You know?
After that we got tomorrow night’s dinner marinating, and she chose to make me dinner for work tonight. She also ran up the road to the Genoa City travel center to get me some caffeine, grab us a couple of salads to eat with the dinner she’d made, and into McDonald’s to grab me a caramel iced coffee.
So, my point is, let go of all of your crazy idealized views on love.
Because sometimes, love means that your best friend of 15-years makes you dinner and gets you a couple of your favorite things because you’re having the absolute day from hell.
And that, my dear friends, is worth a hell of a lot more than a fancy dinner at any restaurant in the entire world.
-Sky
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