I honest to goodness have found the right one. We’ve known each other for going on six years; dated for a going on two years. We’re engaged.

He’s pursued me through everything; my stint in inpatient for depression, anxiety, and ptsd; asking for over two years to date him, and my pushing him away because I didn’t think I deserved him.

He’s staying put through my family’s bat shit insane ness through wanting to live vicariously through our wedding. (The only reason they got married was because they were pregnant.)

He’s staying through everything. I panicked about the prospect of kids. I absolutely dont want to mess them up. I don’t want to be a repeat of my parents. Do I love them? Absolutely. Do they still terrify me, even though I’m 26 and live halfway across the country? Absolutely. He talked me through a panic attack. And didn’t want to go home until I was feeling a bit better.

Good men are out there. I am blessed. So incredibly blessed.