And so for as long as I can remember I loudly declared that I would never get married. I couldn’t understand receiving that kind of unconditional love from someone who did not walk on all fours. I had been taught love and tenderness was dependent on my behavior and on what I could provide. I just didn’t trust in the idea that anyone would love me forever. That sounded like a hell of a long time. If I didn’t know what to make of my own mother’s love, if it came and went with the tide, how would I ever trust a stranger’s?
