My parents are in love. They have
been married for 26 years. Their relationship has always been unquestionable to
me. It’s never been something I admired, or dreamed about. It was just normal.
The relationship is so perfect it goes unnoticed. Sure they fight. Sure they
annoy each other. But there has never been a doubt in my mind that they were
not going to be married to each other forever.
I guess that’s a good feeling.
Security. But like I said before. I never really notice it, think about it,
take time to be grateful. Occasionally I think about the anomaly of my family.
We all get along great. I never was concerned with my parents getting divorced
as a child.
I recently just watched my best
friend’s parents go through one of the ugliest divorces. THAT made me stop and
think. How lucky I am. How lucky my parents are. How likely it will be that I
manage to find a relationship equal to theirs. How unlikely it will be that my
best friend finds a relationship equal to theirs.
It may sound cynical, but growing up
with such a positive relationship as guidance, I think gives me a better chance
at finding a similar situation.
That being said, I think I put
extreme pressure on every relationship I’m in, to try and make it measure up to
my parents. That combined with my freakish obsession with Disney movies has
given me some very unrealistic expectations when it comes to relationships.
My mom says that her friendship with my dad is
what kept them together all these years. She says that romance, chemistry and
butterflies come in and out of relationships, but a strong friendship will
always stay. So I guess that’s the first thing I want.
Friendship.
I want someone who I can talk to.
About everything. Although, I feel like everything may be an excessive goal. I
want someone who is actually interested in the things I say. Someone who
understands the things I say. Someone who I don’t mind listening to and who I
can understand. At the end of the day, when something happens to me, I want to
want to tell that person.
