I had a really interesting conversation tonight with a married male friend of mine.
Can people ever be 100% faithful to one another?
I grew up in the midwest, under the impression that every marriage and relationship that I was witness to was bulletproof, drama proof, resistant to any wear or tear. Is this too much to ask for, or maybe this doesn’t apply to relationships on the East/West Coast.
“No that’s not the case.” my friend said, a bit teary eyed. “All relationships take effort and work, and are not easy. You just have to figure out if you want to get through it.” This friend has what I perceive to be a really solid fabulous relationship. When I’ve bumped into him and his wife, I really hope that down the road I can have what they have. I see it being an amazing partnership, but not a perfect one. I don’t know if that perfection exists.
I’ve been single for a VERY long time, so maybe my thoughts on having the “perfect” relationship isn’t realistic. No one is perfect, I’m certainly not. Should I point my finger at someone, if I’m just as guilty myself?
Thinking about all of this reminds me of the moment I realized my parents were normal people. Does that make sense at all? Ever have that defining moment where you realize, “Hey, my parents aren’t superhumans, sure they’re amazing and I love them, but they’re not perfect at the end of the day…no one is.”