So… you’ve probably read the title above, huh? And, you’re likely wondering if Iím often prone to self-harm? Moreover, is it possible for one to actually sleep with “one eye open”? Being that my better half has surely also seen it. Before any interventions are staged on my behalf. Or, protective services are called to ensure my dwindling safety. I do realize how potentially problematic such a statement may seem. Although it’s an actuality I have long come to terms with. Allow me to explain a little further.
The Love For a Child
Aren’t a parent’s biased affections towards their children instinctively predetermined? If your standpoint is “no,” and such an infatuation is developed over time. I appreciate your rationale, but Iíll choose to politely disagree. If you concur, however, preference to one’s child over that of a spouse should come as no shock. Additionally, I believe a parentís obligation is to love their children above all others, including themselves.
Caught In a Love Triangle
I’m enamoured with my wife and have been for more years than I can recall. We met in our first year of high school and have remained best friends throughout a wealth of adversity. Our bond is that of a shared history adorned with the kinks and snags we all experience. She has been my “ride or die,” and to her, I’m forever committed. When our son was born, I was blindsided by how quickly and immensely I’d grow to adore him. I felt guilty that somehow I had betrayed my life-long partner, becoming entangled in an emotional affair (of sorts), that I had no desire to be free from. Worse still, realizing that things between us all would never again be the same. How do we now proceed with this torrid love triangle?
Unconditional Love
Something profound occurs when one becomes a parent: we develop the capability for unconditional love. This relationship is unlike most, as other ties set parameters that, if crossed, can dissolve the union. With children (generally), few things sever the predisposed soft-spot one has towards their offspring, making this particular dynamic uniquely informative. I recognize that my love for my wife has never truly changed. What has, is that I now know the limitlessness of my own adoration. Now, if you’d excuse me, I believe thereís a doghouse with my name on it.