Love is the same and opposite game .

 
Love takes and gives. It’s hate and like and tolerance .
 It’s loud and silent when it’s in a mood and wants to teach a lesson or make its point as it was either hurt or annoyed . It’s new and old it’s all about the two of you desperate to spend time together. It’s also did you put the bins out and fill up the dishwasher and make a cup of tea . The expansion of more two children under the age of four . With a bank balance that aches as much as two parents do who are tired to the bone with a balancing act of up against it financially and mentally and how many times have I asked you just to tidy up after yourselves. Love then refuels with the reading of books at night and that hug in bed I have still got you . Love is sorry for words said in haste I mean it’s got new priorities a mortgage with work and childcare and a niggling imbalance of how much I do versus you . It’s hard and soft and at times not giving a toss until love feels remorseful . Love is the same and the opposite and the participants who reach the empty nest and
their pension age understand that the best .