My previous post talked about Dad, now I’ll bring it back to reading, since that is the purpose of my blog. I’ll tell you how my Dad affects how I react to book boyfriends or book fathers.
My parents marriage modeled true love for me. Most relationships I see, and certainly the ones I was in, don’t compare positively.
True love means no doubt of faithfulness. With my parents, nothing would ever have raised a thought of being unfaithful or believing the other considered being unfaithful. Period. No thought. When I read a book and the guy that supposedly loves the girl is jealous, it turns me off. Sometimes authors give justification of a previous bad, bad experience and that can make it okay. Possessive and protective are great and fun to read. Lack of trust is a downer in a romance, once they are in a relationship.
True love means wanting everyone around your love to believe they are perfect. My parents never, ever said a bad word about each other to anyone, not even me–the baby of the family and only daughter. If someone in a relationship in a book I read tells private things or bad things about their beloved to someone else, it is a turn off to me.
True love means making your beloved happy, and when there are kids, making sure they are happy too. It means hard work to get what they want or need, and simplifying your own needs to help make it possible. My parents both had simple wants and realistic needs, and they talked together to plan how to achieve them. Neither would have wanted the family in debt to get something they wanted, except a very modest home and a couple safe cars. No selfish people in my romances, please, unless the author is showing how someone grew up and got their head together because of their wonderful lover.
Happy Fathers Day everyone.