Some of the search results that bring people here are interesting but this one caught my eye today:
“my wife has secondary progressive ms and i have fell out of love with her but i do love her”
I personally don’t believe that love is a place you “fall” into or out of. Love is a choice. Love is work. Love is hard. Love can be very rewarding. If I did not make the choice to love each day I could easily claim to “fall out of love” with my husband. I know many people don’t see marriage the same way I do. Many people walk away when the going gets tough. Til death do us part has no meaning to the masses.
I was raised different. Love is not some place that you fall but something that you do.
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” I Corinthians 13.
