My grandpa has Alzheimer’s so he has no idea who my grandma is but everyday for the last three or four months he brings her in flowers from their garden and asks her to run away with him and be his wife and everyday she says she already is and everyday the smile my grandpa gets on his face is the most beautiful heartfelt thing I have ever seen.
You can easily see it from across the room. But I want you to understand, 93.6% of the time no female wants to fight through life like that. Anger, and that in-your-face attitude comes from an absent father.
What you see on the surface isn’t true though. It’s hurt. Years of pain. What you see is her defense. The only thing she has.
These are the casualties of commitment-less unions.
Try as you may, you won’t be able to fix it. For a season you might, but this is deep.
She will search everywhere. Run through men like water…and her thirst will not be quenched.
It’s not about you. It never was. It never is.
Her home is waiting. In Him.
“Blood is thicker than water”, when used in the context of family over friends, is in fact a wildly incorrect bastardisation.
The true, full quote is “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” and refers to relationships forged by choice holding deeper meaning than those of mere biology.