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Wow.. 35 days until our 1 year anniversary.
My longest steady relationship ever. I never thought it would last this long, and I can honestly say that I'm happy it has.
Wait.. Scratch that.. I'm blissful as fuck.
I can't sleep without him in bed next to me. I smile every morning when I wake up to his face, most of the time, still sleeping. I can't imagine waking up tomorrow and not having him in my life. I cherish each moment I have with him, as I've learned recently with my sister, I may not have another moment with Skip.
It's such a sobering thought. And I think it's good that I continue to remind myself of that.
Him and I have gone through so much. A week into moving in together, I fracture my pelvis and have to be out of work for 6 weeks. He paid all of our rent and utilities on his income alone. Provided for me like no other boyfriend has ever provided for me. He wasn't scared of the injury. He pushed me to make me better. He didn't run away when I got scared of the high I felt on the percocets. Of the violent mood swings I experienced. He held me while I thrashed about and cried like a child.
He saw me at my worst, and told me how beautiful I was. How worth it I am. How he wants to marry me, because he knows that we can take on the world together. How I'm the best thing that's ever happened to him. Even when I denied everything, he stood his ground. He believed in me. And for that, I made a complete recovery. My pelvis feels as if it had never been crushed between two cars.
It always surprises me when I stop to actually think about it. And then it makes me want to cry, because a part of me will always feel that I am not deserving of such love. Still working on that self worth issue.
I think we still have lots of room to grow. For both of us. This is probably the healthiest relationship I've ever had, because neither of us hesitates to communicate. For better or worse. For awkward or amazing.
I love my sexy, nerdy, freaky boyfriend. I love how much he makes me embrace my inner dork and act out on it. Even at work, in a corporate environment. He pulls the stick out of my ass and makes me shake it.
I'm listening to Steve Perry's "Oh Sherrie" and giggling quietly to myself. How many times have we rocked out in the most dorky way to this song.
"BUT I SHOULD HAVE BEEN GONE!" hehehehehe
Here's to starting a new chapter in our lives, baby. I love you.
My longest steady relationship ever. I never thought it would last this long, and I can honestly say that I'm happy it has.
Wait.. Scratch that.. I'm blissful as fuck.
I can't sleep without him in bed next to me. I smile every morning when I wake up to his face, most of the time, still sleeping. I can't imagine waking up tomorrow and not having him in my life. I cherish each moment I have with him, as I've learned recently with my sister, I may not have another moment with Skip.
It's such a sobering thought. And I think it's good that I continue to remind myself of that.
Him and I have gone through so much. A week into moving in together, I fracture my pelvis and have to be out of work for 6 weeks. He paid all of our rent and utilities on his income alone. Provided for me like no other boyfriend has ever provided for me. He wasn't scared of the injury. He pushed me to make me better. He didn't run away when I got scared of the high I felt on the percocets. Of the violent mood swings I experienced. He held me while I thrashed about and cried like a child.
He saw me at my worst, and told me how beautiful I was. How worth it I am. How he wants to marry me, because he knows that we can take on the world together. How I'm the best thing that's ever happened to him. Even when I denied everything, he stood his ground. He believed in me. And for that, I made a complete recovery. My pelvis feels as if it had never been crushed between two cars.
It always surprises me when I stop to actually think about it. And then it makes me want to cry, because a part of me will always feel that I am not deserving of such love. Still working on that self worth issue.
I think we still have lots of room to grow. For both of us. This is probably the healthiest relationship I've ever had, because neither of us hesitates to communicate. For better or worse. For awkward or amazing.
I love my sexy, nerdy, freaky boyfriend. I love how much he makes me embrace my inner dork and act out on it. Even at work, in a corporate environment. He pulls the stick out of my ass and makes me shake it.
I'm listening to Steve Perry's "Oh Sherrie" and giggling quietly to myself. How many times have we rocked out in the most dorky way to this song.
"BUT I SHOULD HAVE BEEN GONE!" hehehehehe
Here's to starting a new chapter in our lives, baby. I love you.