284. Making a Choice:
Even though I complained about him and how much of a pain in the arse he was, I guess I was making a choice. I was making a choice to stick around even when things were tough, even when things seemed impossible and even when sometimes it seemed as though I couldn’t go on.
Did that make me stupid? Or, did that make me a grown up who had finally learned that relationships weren’t all candy, hearts and smiles? I wasn’t sure.
All I knew was that despite all my friends saying he wasn’t worth it and that I needed to move on because he didn’t love me, I knew that they were wrong.
He would have called it being stubborn. I would call it having faith and hope when you know something is right.
Either way I’d made my choice. I was stuck with him and he (whether he wanted it or not) was stuck with me.