It seems that since childhood we were taught to believe in love according to a pattern.
He should be tall, successful, with a firm chin and a car, and she should have long legs, eyes "like in a perfume commercial" and the ability to cook like a chef.
They fall in love in 2 days, quarrel beautifully, reconcile passionately.
He gives her a ring, and she cries.
A curtain.
But true love is not like a movie at all.
It's not always glossy. She sometimes wears old socks, unwashed dishes, and "where are you?" messages at 3 a.m.
She's vulnerable. It's about being imperfect next to himand still being loved.
And not to conform to any patterns, but to feel that you are warm with this person.
Here are some stereotypes that I once accepted - and then destroyed myself.:
1. Love is when “a man decides everything”
No. Love is a partnership. When both can be strong. And they were both tired. And it's ok.
2. Real feelings without quarrels
Seriously? People who never quarrel either lie or don't talk about what they really care about. Quarrels are not bad. It's a way to grow, to hear, to understand.
3. A woman must “hold” a man, otherwise he will leave
And if he's leaving, maybe it's not about you?
You don't have to constantly “deserve” love. Love is not a contract. It's a choice to stay close, even when it's difficult.
4. If you're alone, there's something wrong with you.
The biggest lie.
Being alone doesn't make you less valuable. It teaches you to be with yourself, not to cling to just anyone just for the sake of “showing off.”

How to break these stereotypes?
• Start with yourself. Allow yourself to be alive, real, imperfect. Not a "good girl," but herself.
Don't compare your love with someone else's. Everyone has their own way. Its own depth. Their own rhythms.
Ask yourself more often, "Am I okay with this? Or just habitually?"
• And don't be afraid to walk away from what breaks you. Even if everyone around you says that “it happens to everyone."
Love is not a drama. This is not a battle. This is not a deal.
This is when you can breathe next to a person with a full chest. Don't be afraid to be yourself. Don't play. Don't explain yourself.
And don't let it be like a paperback novel.
The main thing is that it's yours. Alive. It's warm. Real.