Choosing Each Other Anyway
Understanding how to love each other better didn’t make everything softer.
It made everything clearer.
There’s something humbling about realizing that the person you’ve built a life with can still feel unseen.
Not unloved.
Not unwanted.
Just… misread.
Marriage isn’t a constant rush of romance.
It’s the quiet work of choosing each other in ordinary moments.
Choosing to listen instead of defend.
Choosing to ask instead of assume.
Choosing to stay curious instead of shutting down.
It’s easy to love someone when it feels natural.
It’s deeper to love someone when it requires adjustment.
When it requires growth.
When it requires admitting, “I didn’t realize you needed that.”
This Valentine’s Day isn’t about perfection.
It’s about intention.
And I choose my husband — not because we never misunderstand each other,
but because we are willing to learn how to understand better.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 