This might seem obvious to some of you. To others, it's going to seem really harsh. If you asked me a year or two ago, I probably would've said it sounded harsh, but I've gotten to that point in my life where my bullshit tolerance is at like a 2 out of 10 and I'm done apologizing for it. I have dated a good amount of people. Some have been lovely, some have been terrible, some have been in that grey zone I like to call "fixer-uppers." My biggest flaw when it comes to relationships is probably hanging in there way too long. I'm always worried I'll regret cutting it off. I have frequently said things like "but what if he changes and I broke up with him and it's too late" or "I know deep-down he's such a good guy; he just needs to get stuff together."
Growing up, I lived on a 50 acre farm. It wasn't a working farm but we had horses and a few other farm animals as well as a pretty large garden and greenhouse. I had a love/hate relationship with the garden. I hated weeding it but I loved all the fresh produce we would eat in the summers. I remembe r summer days coming in for lunch (we were always outside playing and exploring) and my mom making BLTs with tomatoes fresh out of the garden. At night for a snack, my sister and I would gorge ourselves on steamed green beans with melted butter and salt like popcorn. I remember one time my mom hadn't picked any that day and I went out to the garden in the dark to pick some because I loved them that much.