After writing my blog on my parents’ divorce and how it affected me, one of the things I said about it was that it ‘thought me what love is not’. A couple of people asked me what I thought what love is? And how I have come to understand love? Well the answer is not simple. I wish it was… in fact I ask myself that very question every moment it crosses my mind.

Unlike the kids whose parents’ marriage works, or worked, they had role models for love, intimate love between two people that is. Keeping in mind that we are talking about healthy love marriages not what I (and many other people) went through and what many kids are still experiencing as love in dysfunctional marriage. What is love? Honestly, I don’t know and I know at the same time. Confused? I know so am I…But I think that knowing what love is not, has assisted in me being aware of what love is, what love can be and who I choose to love. For me love goes beyond the four letters L.O.V.E, much more. I am so much more aware of how I want to be treated, loved and I am attuned to any situation when I am not treated like I should be. I can see the signs… really they are usually so clear they make us blind!

One might imagine that I have pent up resentment about love and issues with men and relationships… I do not.  What I have learnt from my parents’ marriage or lack thereof, is to love myself. I do not depend on anyone to make me feel worthy of me. I make myself feel worthy of me. I love me… no, I am hopelessly in love with myself. Not in the egotistic kind of way, but in a nurturing kind of way. Anyone that really knows me will tell you how well I take care of myself, I do not wait for anyone to take care of Shazz. I do that. So that’s how I have learnt, taught myself to love. It is this immense love that I have for myself that allows me to have normal, loving relationships. I think for me the trick is not depending on something/ someone external to fill me up. But rather to seek within myself, to make myself happy first, to take care of myself first, to love myself first. I have been blessed with loving relationships in the past and present and I look forward to a future filled with unimaginable love.                                                                   

The way I look at it, that was my parents experience. I suffered as a result. I made a decision that when my parents got divorced… it did not mean that it would scar me for the rest of my life. I was not going to carry that around with me and I do not. It was a life situation and it does not define my life or who I am today. Instead of running away from love, I chose to run towards it.

For me, love is personal, relative and universal at the same time.  Love is personal in the sense that it is what you believe it to be, you should define it for yourself what it means for you. I do not get stuck on other peoples, or the media and film industries ideas on what love is. Love is real and personal for me. I cannot and no one can tell anyone what love is. Love is relative, it depends on the situation, each individual situation has its own unique kind of love, and for me the trick is not to expect or try making it the same. Be different let the experience of love suit the context and the present occasion and person. Love is universal; the fact that we can laugh and cry from looking at the same images proves this.                                                                                       

The thing is I could have been miserable for the most part of my life, wake up at 40 and realise that life and love had just passed me by because I had focused on that one life situation. My parents divorce does not define me or who I will become. So I say…bring on the Love.