Even in the most difficult of times and the midst of the worst fights the person I need and want to comfort me is him. He is my other half.
I was unlucky enough to have a first failed marriage. The marriage itself wasn't "hard" nor was the relationship and it has had me wondering why was that one "easy" in comparison. I think the answer came down - it just didn't matter - but I am not sure that is even the right way to express it. We didn't work at things, we didn't spend time together, we didn't know each other. We were two people co-existing. This doesn't mean we didn't have our fights we did but the fact is that it ended up being a situation of years of neglect emotionally and physically.
I have done many things in my life that I regret but I wouldn't change any of them as it made me the person I am today.
And I believe that anything worth having is worth fighting for.
I may fight with you but I will always fight for you. You are my other half, the person that makes me happy and the person I want to share everything with including our own personal struggles.