I fucking love him. He’s just amazing. I never wished for a love like this because I never knew it could exist. I grew up with a mom who had her own issues and a dad who had his own demons.

Love didn’t exist in my home. I’m still learning what it is and he’s teaching me through my mental illness. I often use it as a crutch but, I shouldn’t. Although it defines a big part of who I am. I define who I am. Not having borderline personality disorder or having bipolar manic depression. He’s amazing. He’s strong. He’s brave. He’s a great person. A wonderful father. An amazing boyfriend. A great work ethic. A wonderfully delightful lover. I’ve never known this could exist.

I hope I become better for myself. For my son who I had at such a young age (14). And for him. He deserves love just as much as I do. I really want him and everything that comes with me in the future. I’m so happy with us. It’s ridiculous