Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

I suppose I should think of my childhood, all the things my parents did for me and my siblings. We never felt insecure about the roof over our heads, or that the stomach was empty and the cupboards were bare. These may have been acts of love, however they could also be acts of responsibility. If you bare children you must look after them. It is duty. 

Single people, those without children also work yet having children and working to support them must be a fundamental in everyone’s character. If it is not, if you believe you have a right to live your life on benefits do not have children. It is that simple. Welfare is for those that cannot find work, or the economy is not providing enough work. It was not designed for lazy people to sit on their ass and let others support you. I would also add that you should only have enough children that you can support, even if that means you must work a lot of overtime.

Let me return to the topic in question. Love. I felt truly loved when my partner walked down the isle to marry me. In that white dress, her hair lifted up, her make-up perfect, she was beautiful. This old man with four teeth, a terrible smile and often a bad attitude had found a love he never thought he would know again.

What she sees in me, I do not understand. She tells me I am sexy, she tells me I am pretty. I do have a little charm, sweet talk. But she could find someone far better looking than me. She could find someone with an excellent, well paid job, but she settled for me.

That is love.

Love is blind.

Love is short sighted.

And I for one, am glad that is true. My wife is wonderful.