I'm sorry my Inspector Osaigbovo

 I remember how you loved me. I remember how I was the center of your universe. I remember how you made me feel, like I was the best that could ever be. But I pushed you away. I took you for granted, I thought you’d never leave; because how could you love me so immensely and then just stop? it didn’t make sense then that I could completely demolish someone’s love, until I did.

I never meant for this to happen, I never wanted to push you away. but I misused the love you gave me. I fed my ego with it. I selfishly filled every void within me with your love, and it was never enough. You were every void and every piece of me. You were everything and everyone. But I never realized that until you left. I took from you without thinking about you.

I was selfish and I was ignorant to you and your feelings.

I’d give anything to take that back.

I sincerely apologize to you.

I’m sorry for putting you second when you should’ve been first.

I’m sorry for making you wait all those months for me, when I could’ve simply not.

I’m sorry if I ever made you doubt your love to me, because you couldn’t have loved me any better.

I’m sorry I pushed you away, because now I’d give anything just to have you back.

I’m sorry I was ungrateful of you, but you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I’m sorry for not appreciating all that you’ve done.

I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like a burden.

I’m sorry I took you for granted, when I should’ve given you the world instead.

But most of all, I’m sorry I couldn’t love you the way you loved me before now.

If things could change, If you could let me love you, I’ll never let you go. I’ll never break your heart, I’ll give you all I have, and I’ll love you with all my heart, unconditionally.

Looking back on our past together, I often wonder how you were ever so patient with me. I never realized just how lucky I was to have you in my life, until I tried to imagine life without you.

As I sit here, I want to say how sorry I am for taking your love for granted. When I think about how many times I might have lost you, it brings tears to my eyes.

Your love is so unconditional and pure, like the beautiful person you are. You’ve always accepted me as who I am, making sacrifices for me and ever giving of yourself. When I think about the love you’ve given to me, it overwhelms me. No matter what it takes, I promise you, I will spend till the end of all time loving you the way you deserve. I love you so deeply and I never want to take the chance of losing you again.

People don't know what marriage is.

 

They think the purpose of marriage is to be happy. They have no idea what they are committing to. Every time a young couple asks me how I stayed married for so long, my answer is like this:

When you get married, you are saying you want to share someone's life with them. When they stop wanting sex, you're going to be ok with that. When they get cancer, you're going to nurse them. When they can't walk, you're going to wipe their ass.

Marriage isn't about being happy. It's about finding happiness in the duty of commitment and building a business/life/family with another person.

For those of you with healthy relationships with parents, when your parents don't make you happy you don't dump them. You don't go get more parents. You don't even imagine that. Mom and Dad are your parents forever. Marriage is the same. Your wife/husband is your family forever.

That doesn't change until their there is abuse/danger/destruction and you've tried and failed to help them (not too much). Addiction, repeated adultery (I think someone confessing can be fixed, someone getting caught cannot, repeat offenses are too much), physical abuse, constant debasement and name calling are all grounds for cutting the cord.

The same as with parents.

The problem most people have with marriages that fail is that they go in thinking, "This person will make me happy." The fuck they will. That person is going to change. You married an athlete?? Watch them get fat, melt, and decide to pursue music. You married a stay at homebody bookworm? Woops! Now they think they want to pursue acting! You think they are going to cook and be clean - uh oh - they have cancer and now you do EVERYTHING because you are a live in nurse.

Frankly, if that scares you at all, you should not get married. Because you aren't signing on for happiness. You are signing on for sharing human life, and a human life is a complete chaotic crazy mess.

 

It's okay to always be the one to initiate contact with a friend. Just because they don't reach out to you first doesn't mean they don't like you or want to hang out with you.

 It's okay to always be that friend who starts up the conversation. Never assume they don't like you or don't want to spend time with you just because they don't text you first or invite you to things. Don't ever tell yourself that without evidence to back it up.

It's a two-way street and they want to feel accepted and feel like they belong just like you do, at least to some degree. You reaching out tells the other person that they are important to you. This boosts your self-esteem for stepping out of your comfort zone and helps them feel more confident in themselves. Double win and you get to spend time with a friend.

A man in New York walked into the produce section of his local supermarket and asked to buy half a head of cabbage.

 

The boy working in that department told him that they only sell whole heads of cabbage. 

The man was insistent that the boy ask the manager about the matter...

Walking into the back room, the boy said to the manager, "Some old b***** outside wants to buy half a head of cabbage."

As he finished his sentence, he turned around to find that the man had followed and was standing right behind him, so the boy quickly added, "...and this gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half."

The manager approved the deal and the man went on his way.

Later, the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier, we like people who can think on their feet here, where are you from son?"

"Brazil, sir." the boy replied.

"Why did you leave Brazil?" the manager asked.

The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but prostitutes and soccer players there."

"Is that right?" replied the manager. "My wife is from Brazil!"

"Really?" replied the boy. "Who did she play for?"