If my husband and I were having this fight, he would get three steps away from the door and suddenly run back and hug me, and I’d hug him back, tears might flow, and then the saner conversation would start as we separated off all the things we didn’t actually mean from the real stuff, and worked it out.
Real love isn’t afraid to fight, because it doesn’t end there. It breaks through.
If my husband and I were having this fight, he would get three steps away from the door and suddenly run back and hug me, and I’d hug him back, tears might flow, and then the saner conversation would start as we separated off all the things we didn’t actually mean from the real stuff, and worked it out.
Real love isn’t afraid to fight, because it doesn’t end there. It breaks through.