Sunday Kind of love

I want the Sunday kind of love

What does that mean?
I laugh more than I cry
I love more than I hate
I want to wake up in the morning, next to the love of my life, knowing I am his love,
I want to make breakfast, knowing I’m the only one who makes him breakfast
I want go by my day, secure, knowing his going my his day, doing what he need to do and doing nothing to jeopardise what we have
I want him to have me in his heart by choice
I want when he says I Love you, he means it
I want when we get married, he marries me because I’m his only choice

What I don’t want is

Crying always
Pretending I’m happy, when am not
Waking up in the morning with hate, hating my choice of partner
Going through mu day unsure, who he has been with
Making love to a man, who makes love everything that moves
Knowing when he says I love you to me, he has said it to other women too
Knowing he only got married as a formality to as to look normal
His with me a woman, yet with men behind my back
Hating who I have become because of him