Love. It’s such a strong word isn’t it? Sure you can love a family member, but it is different from being in love. In all reality, what do I even know about being in love? I am only fifteen. So to answer that question I know approximately nothing, absolutely nothing. Is love even real after all? I know most of us just want to be consumed by another, but to others, even the idea of being in love just isn’t an option. Mostly because their parents ruined it from them at such a young age. It’s crazy. Truly. Why make a promise to spend the rest of your life with someone if it is just going to end up in divorce. Most people don’t even divorce, they stay together for the sake of their kids rather than admitting that they're scared to leave, but what they don’t realize is that their children are more alert about things than they know. They know that Mom and Dad aren’t happy, they see the way their mom tries to avoid eye contact with Dad at the breakfast table after the long night that occurred before that consisted of him coming home late, drunk, tripping over his own feet and when she asks, “where have you been?” Just those words alone are enough to push him off the edge. Next thing she knows, she is on the floor with slightly red wrists and broken glass scattered all across the floor and he is headed to the cabinet to grab the bottle of vodka, which only enrages him more because he soon realizes that the last bottle is scattered on the floor. So he takes it as far as walking over to her and kicking her in the ribs, which causes her to wrap her arms around her stomach and wince in pain for him to only call her pathetic. She realizes that it’s three in the morning hoping that her husband's actions did not wake her children that had school the next day. She cleans up the mess and then she does the same to herself changing into a new nightgown and walks into her room to see the man that she once loved so dearly, fast asleep on the bed. She moved in next to him on the other side of the bed, trying her best not to wake the drunken man, and luckily for her he only shuffled around in his sleep a bit. It was hard for the children to block out the sounds of their parents fighting in the living room because their dad told their mom, he was going out again that night and fear took over her face, worried that they might have a repeat of last night. But then the day goes on and it’s like nothing had happened, but later in the day and in the future they indeed have a repeat of the previous night. Then again, not everyone knows that once they get married they might divorce. In the beginning, it’s all fine. Having both mom and dad watching the children open their Christmas presents from Santa, and everyone's all happy and snug by the fireplace and things couldn’t possibly be any better than they are at this moment, but what they didn’t know is that their family would simply fall apart. A couple months after Christmas their mom started getting suspicious of her husband's actions, she would wake up in the middle of the night, her body cold, searching for the warmth on the other side of the bed. He wasn’t there, but she thought to herself that maybe he possibly went to get a glass of water from the faucet in the kitchen. She decided not to stress herself out about it while letting her eyes close and drifting to sleep. But that was only the beginning, he would claim that his boss kept him as he’s arriving home late with his dinner sitting cold on the dining room table. On the weekends he would spend most of the time at the gym, but he would come back with his gym towels in his bag still folded and smelling like lavender. She later found out he had fallen in love and had gotten another woman pregnant. He divorced her, so that he could live a life away from her ex wife and kids never returning again. She wondered to herself where she went wrong. The children watched as their mother coped with drugs and brought a new guy home every night. They slowly watched their mother that they once knew so well turn into a complete stranger. Now, who am I to make it seem like there's no other way a relationship can turn out? There are plenty of people I know that are in love, yes, they still argue and have their differences. But hey, what does it say about their relationship if they can’t get through the obstacles? Every relationship has its ups and down, some may have more downs than ups or vice versa, but what truly matters is if they get through the downs. The thing is here our generation is so different from the rest. Our tactics. Our intentions. Everything. It’s hard not to find a significant other with bad intentions that will ruin us mentally and/or physically. Love is tricky, not that I would honestly know. We all want to have kids with that one person, watching them and each other grow old. We all want someone to constantly remind us that they will always be here, and to always say I love you. I love you. That is a funny phrase to say. In reality, we hear the words I love you all of the time, but in what ways exactly? That’s a discussion for another time.