Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?

There was this one time when I thought my son was showing me the ultimate act of love. We were down to the last slice of pizza, the sacred symbol of all dinner-time joy. Our eyes were locked on it, two predators circling the same prey. You could practically hear our stomachs growling in anticipation.

Then, with the sweetest smile, he said, ‘Dad, you take it.’ My heart melted like a pat of butter on a hot slice. I thought, ‘Wow, I’ve raised an angel!’ I reached out, tears of gratitude forming in my eyes.

But just as my fingers grazed the crust, he swooped in like a ninja, snatched it, and took the biggest bite you’ve ever seen. The cheese stretched like a rubber band, threatening to slap him in the face. He laughed so hard, he nearly choked on the pepperoni.

I just sat there, stunned, clutching the air where my dinner used to be. Love, as I’ve learned, isn’t just blind—it’s covered in melted cheese and served with a side of betrayal.