This weekend I irritated the hell out of Dre. I told my friend about it and she asked, “What did you do?” and I responded, “Talked back”. Sometimes when he’s in a mood he just wants me to be quiet and at times I’m combative about it. There are many days that we just need individual solitude. I didn’t support his need of it this weekend and I apologized because it’s important. We aren’t perfect. Some days (as somewhat depicted in this image) I’m not even in the mood to kiss him because he’s probably gotten on my tenth nerve, but what I’ve learned is how to love him anyway. That is how I define unconditional love. Loving in spite of myself or my mood!
