What is love?

I’ll share some of my story and see if that helps to answer your question.

I found and married a lovely man. I thought I loved him but I didn’t know what love was. I grew up in an abusive home and had never felt love.

They say you have to have love in order to give love.

One year later I gave birth to my first son. And to cut a long story short, I found love. It had been lying dormant inside of me all along. I was quite overwhelmed by my love for my new born son.

That’s when I realised what I thought was love wasn’t. It was gratitude. He took me away from a very abusive home life and I was grateful but it wasn’t love.

Then about four years later he was shot (he’s a soldier) and the bottom fell out of my world. He pulled through, and I realised that love had been growing all along. I loved him so much and it hurt like hell.

By this time I had another son. I now had three people I loved and at least one of them was old enough to express their love for me. He is a wonderful man.

We got divorced after twenty years of marriage something we both agreed on. But that’s another story.

I still love him and I am still grateful to him for taking care of me until I could take care of myself.

The man should be bottled and sold.

That’s love.