The title of this post is The Color Purple, which is also the title of Alice Walker’s well-known novel.The title refers to the following line in the book:
“I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don’t notice it.”
In my previous relationship, I didn’t notice and acknowledge the “purple” that my ex planted regularly in the form of acts of service–that’s his love language. For example, he was a wonderful cook. He always made nice suppers even after long days at school. Sometimes, I’d gripe about the time he spent making those meals. I would have preferred a sandwich and some time to talk. But preparing a meal was part of his love language and I didn’t recognize it as such. His acts of service continued even after we broke up.
For example, last year, when my s.o. and I were getting ready to leave for the world championships, my ex dropped by. He’d made us lunch for our trip–huge, gourmet sandwiches, mustard on mine and mayo on my s.o.’s, giant dill pickles, homemade, chocolate chip cookies, beautiful, red apples, and napkins all neatly packaged and ready for our journey. “So you guys don’t have to rely on gas station food along the way” he said.