I have always had a problem with the idea of unconditional love. I think the term gets overused and more importantly, I think people say they do it when they really don't. I would fight for my closest family and friends in a, "if you hurt them, I'll street fight you" kind of way. But I don't think that's the same thing. Loving someone without condition takes a lot of guts and I'm not sure that most of us do it with most of the people in our lives. The notable exception here might be parents loving their children, but I don't think that takes the effort or thought that unconditionally loving another person who is not your child does.
BH had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day today, in the middle of a not-so-hot week and month. We're sitting here across the table from one another talking and typing and I just want him to know that eight years into us, I'm pretty sure I love him unconditionally. I think maybe I always have and that's why we're married in the first place, but there have been many moments in our story when I put conditions on it in some subtle and not-so-subtle ways. He, on the other hand, has always fully and unconditionally loved me, even when I haven't wanted him to. Now, if only we could love ourselves unconditionally too. What would we do with all of our free time?