REAL love is not pink and fluffy and rose-y and butterflies. Real love is not shiny and whole and smiling serenely. Real love is not holding hands while running through fields of sunflowers or gazing over chardonnay while wearing sexy dresses and opening boxes of diamonds. It’s just not. That stuff is something else. That stuff is something that can be packaged and sold, which is why we see a lot of it this time of year.
This is the truth, but only if that single parent is involved with the kids, and the kids are respectful, good little people, thats when you know you kicked ass in your life, you were given a test and passed it with flying colors, the kids were the test and if they are doing well and never not want to hug and kiss you goodnight or goodbye, you did AWESOME!