My guy

When bad things happen nothing means more than having someone on your side. But this guy....

He has my back always. He never lets me down and always lifts me up. 

He runs interference when bad things happen. 

He makes sure I always have coffee in the house. 

He's never doubted my dreams or interests.

He never once poked fun of my reading choices.

He has endured Faith and me watching countless hours of Gilmore Girls in his presence.

He keeps me safe. 

He works his ass off every single night to provide for our family and didn't question me once when I gave up a good paying job because I was miserable. 

He believes with his whole heart that there's nothing more important in this world than making other people happy. 

While I've always prided myself in being fiercely independent I wouldn't last a second without him in my life. Today was quite possibly the worst day ever..most certainly the worst one we've had in quite some time. But he was there through it all. He took several hypothetical bullets for me and once again proved to me that I'm worth something. 

I spent so many years of our relationship worrying that he would realize at one point that I wasn't worth it. That dealing with my depression, my family drama, my stubbornness, my constant doubts in every facet of life would prove to be too much. But here he is, watching my back every step of the way. 

When I met him I was lost and he found me. I was so ill in so many ways and he healed me. To put it simply I was a fucking mess of a puzzle with pieces scattered everywhere and he's been spending the last 15 years putting me back together. 

Relationships grow. They mature and change with the seasons of life. There's nothing better than looking someone in the eyes and thinking, "Yep, we did it all right. We're okay. It's all gonna be okay." 

Tonight's cheese fest is being brought to you by....

emotionally compromised me,

leftover fried chicken,

a wish for a carton of cigarettes and bottle of whiskey,

and wisdom from Pamela Beesley.