People screw up. They make mistakes. Sometimes they fall out of love. Sometimes they lie about being in love in the first place. Sometimes they mistook something else they felt for love. Or maybe they were too young yet to know what it really was.
Yes, there are people married for fifty years who clearly at some point no longer loved each other, if they ever did. But your topic, dear OP, was not marriage. It was love. Marriage is an altogether different bag of tricks.
Love exists, as surely as my little boy exists. It may sound cliche, but if you ever have children, you will understand that love is real. And yes, there are many people, married or not, who still love each other after fifty years, to the point where they cannot last long when the other one dies.
I have been married for going on 12 years. I still love my wife. There are days when I am more loving, and days when I am less loving. But I still love her. It took a long time to learn the value of love and why it is worth working at. But it is.
My father did not love my mother much. Or me, I think. But my stepfather did. He has been around for thirty-five years now, and clearly still loves my mother. I didn't love him at all for a long time. But the truest test of the fact that love is real, is that over many years I went from deeply resenting my stepdad, to telling him I love him. And I do.
Yes, there are people married for fifty years who clearly at some point no longer loved each other, if they ever did. But your topic, dear OP, was not marriage. It was love. Marriage is an altogether different bag of tricks.
Love exists, as surely as my little boy exists. It may sound cliche, but if you ever have children, you will understand that love is real. And yes, there are many people, married or not, who still love each other after fifty years, to the point where they cannot last long when the other one dies.
I have been married for going on 12 years. I still love my wife. There are days when I am more loving, and days when I am less loving. But I still love her. It took a long time to learn the value of love and why it is worth working at. But it is.
My father did not love my mother much. Or me, I think. But my stepfather did. He has been around for thirty-five years now, and clearly still loves my mother. I didn't love him at all for a long time. But the truest test of the fact that love is real, is that over many years I went from deeply resenting my stepdad, to telling him I love him. And I do.