Sometimes, love is nothing but a fat ass scapegoat. The word is overused and abused, pummeled into a meaningless pulp by assholes looking for an excuse for erratic behavior. Beyonce wasn't "Crazy in Love". That bitch was just crazy. Scratch the quotations. Crazy.
We are at times too eager to equate sex with love, which is a major contributor to the problem. Like Ruben Studdard is to world hunger. This equation can only produce disastrous results. As Eddie Murphy said eons ago in his stand-up routine "Raw", a man will start to do whatever he wants once he hears that he makes you say "ooohoohoooh". In return, the smitten ooh'ed and wooed woman will attribute her lackadaisical and rug-like behavior ("walk all over me!") to "love". So, maybe silent sex might support the cause. Love makes you feel warm and gushy, with the LONG ASS end of the stick, but we give love a bad rep. The true face of love isn't what drives us out of our right minds.
Is love the mother of jealousy, violence, anger, insecurity, and moodiness? If so, she has some B-O-O-S-I-E B-A-D A-Z-Z kids. When did love stop spawning happiness and trust? NEWS FLASH: It hasn't! We're just big, fat misnomering cumbuckets. We rarely take the time to cultivate and nurture true love, so we rarely see it, and the word gets associated with funky behavior. So if like Beyonce you catch yourself wearing "tennis shoes, don't even need to buy a new dress", BITCH snap out of it and go get you something sex-ay!
love is one confusing thing man. it something one can not express with words.