Love and Hate
There’s a song called a “There’s a Thin Line Between Love and Hate.” There is no truer statement in regards to the emotion we all know as love. Watching the news one evening I saw my seventeen year old cousin’s face pop up on the screen. He and his mother had been murdered by his stepdad. His mom was in the process of moving her things out of the family residence. She was leaving her husband, so her oldest son (my cousin) went with her to help gather their things. That turned out to be a fatal mistake. Rather than see her walk out of his life, her husband shot them both. That had to be one of the hardest things I ever had to endure, and it left me very confused? Did he love hers so much that he would rather see her dead than with someone else or what? As a survivor of domestic violence I’m glad I now realize that love doesn’t hurt at least not to that extent. To be sure, it’s not all peaches and cream either. Love will have its up and downs just like everything else in life but there is definitely a thin line between love and hate.
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