Today was a beautiful day in LA, fourth or fifth in a series of beautiful spring-like days we have had here. The trees are already bursting with blossoms despite it being a long way until April.
The past few weeks have been hard on me, but more so they have been hard on me, but more than me, they have been very hard on Marc, with his accident and the death of his brother…we have had a lot to deal with.
I have been through a lot of challenges with Marc, but  would have to say these two events that decided to strike within weeks of each other has put more stress on our marriage than any other in the history of our relationship.
Each time we come through one of these tragedies, I reminded of how love works. When you love someone–I mean when you truly love someone–you go through all the hell just for a few minutes of heaven. Anyone says that marriage is easy is lying, it’s why so many marriages break up, it why so many men see escorts. The truth as I see it is that true is very hard to find, some people will go through out their entire life without finding it and even if you find it, if it isn’t strong enough, the love will dim and eventually dim out, maybe because the connection wasn’t strong enough, or maybe because there really was never a connection at all.
I also know love and sex are two very different things. A man can have sex with an escort or someone other than his wife, but when he starts loving someone else, that’s when the trouble starts.
Personally, I have an open relationship with Marc, I am also a swinger, but I don’t fall in love with any of those people, I love just Marc.
What I know is that real love lasts, and people who are truly in love move mountains to make it work, and if doesn’t it’s not meant to be. I guess I am a hopeless romantic.
