"Isn't premarital counseling just something churches make you do?" This is the question I used to ask when people asked me if Josh and I had premarital therapy.
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It can be quite hard to bring up the little things without it creating a big argument. Managing the day-to-day with good communication is key. That's where therapy can help.
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I didn’t know what love was until I met Josh. That is corny but totally true. I knew lust, obsession, infatuation, adoration and worship. But real love came with Josh. “Real love” is different for every person in their life and situation, so I can only tell you how it relates to me, personally. So here is how I think of love. Love is: wanting to see Josh every day, even if it is only to curl up on the couch together for TV time. I look forward to chilling out with Josh every evening. looking over at Josh and…
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Ten years ago yesterday, I was in a work friend’s tiny apartment (let’s call her M.), drinking boxed wine and trying to figure out where to go for Halloween parties that weekend. I didn’t even really want to be out for Halloween, it being my least favourite holiday, but decided that I should so that I could make friends, seeing that I was new in Calgary and couldn’t say no to social things forever. It was a Saturday night, I was dressed as a rag doll, and I had $40 to my name. M.’s friends were visiting from out of…
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My husband and I have a “puke-worthy cute” (we’ve been told) relationship. We always kiss each other goodbye, text each other during the day to check in (“How’s your day going gorgeous?”) and hug each other randomly during the day. We ask how the other one is doing, share a laugh, and help each other cook meals. We have a solid friendship and we have worked hard to get here, in a way, and in other ways it was just a chemical attraction that clicked something inside of us and made us irresistible to the other person. I think it…
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Yours Forever. I want to make out with you in alleyways- I want to trace your cheek with the tip of my finger. I want to lace my heart with yours forever. Our hands always held before we jump in to each other.
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Trying my hand at poetry again. It’s not that great but I love the sentiment and the man who inspired it so here goes. Yes, it’s a love poem- very original, hey? It’s just that I used to write poetry in my troubled teens and writing of angst is so much easier. My Anchor You are my rock. No. No, no. My anchor. Yes. You are my anchor. You keep me grounded, You prevent me F l o a t i n g Out to the sea, Eaten by sharks. Keeping my boat Tethered to the sea floor Safe from…