Quote: ...W used to be the insecure one. She would ask me questions like, “Why do you love me?” I was comfortable in my love. I didn’t feel the need to analyze it, so I didn’t. My honest answer was, “I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter why. I just do.”
Apparently, that was the wrong answer.
Through out the years, my W frequently asked the very same words, and I felt & responded the same way you did. The question faded away prior to the "bomb". Now, in the last month the question is back ... She has asked this three time in just the last week alone. I realized my response was not satisfying her at all, so I did some soul search as to why I loved her. I went back to 1982 and relived it all over again. I was astonished that I could remember my thoughts back then. Without going into details here, I remembered, that I did make a conscientious decision to love her and remember the reasons why. I found a way to articulate them, and the last time she asked (Tuesday), I told her. By the time I had finished, she had a gentle smile and a gaze in her eyes that told me she was finally satisfied with the answer.
She has asked this three time in just the last week alone. I realized my response was not satisfying her at all, so I did some soul search as to why I loved her. I went back to 1982 and relived it all over again. I was astonished that I could remember my thoughts back then. Without going into details here, I remembered, that I did make a conscientious decision to love her and remember the reasons why. I found a way to articulate them, and the last time she asked (Tuesday), I told her. By the time I had finished, she had a gentle smile and a gaze in her eyes that told me she was finally satisfied with the answer. 