Love

Love is a drug. Learn the science behind the three stages of love, and why it's one of the most addictive drugs there is.

No relationship is immune to the pitfalls of routine. No matter how much love exists between two people, without gratitude, it fizzles.

“Yes, I’m fat. Guess What? I don’t care. I will live and love and laugh and have sex and marry and everything else non-fat people do, and I will not be shamed into anything less than making myself happy.”

We met in what used to be considered a non-traditional manner: a dating website. This website is known for bringing together people who are looking for a serious commitment rather than the hookup apps our peers use. We both met our exes there, so we knew it would work, and we both hoped we would meet our spouses.

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Once someone has seen you at your best and your worst (in person and over a Skype screen) and they keep showing up no matter the odds that seem stacked against them, well, that's love, people. A true, deep, earth shattering love that's worth fighting hard for every single day.

"So what happens when the split is acrimonious and your friends end up dumping you, too? Suddenly you’re treated as an outcast, and when you bump into them in the street, they pretend they haven’t seen you, even when you’re standing in the next line in Costco!"

This is perhaps one of the things I treasure most about our marriage. We love spending time together, but we also both crave solitude now and again. We allow each other to have the space to decompress after a long day or to explore a budding hobby. When he’s tinkering in the garage listening to The Clash, I might be upstairs writing a blog post and burning incense.