From about September 2016 I tried to increase my subtle hint
dropping to a guy who I fancied a bit of. It turned up a notch during October
when I discovered it was his birthday, and then during November I really laid
it on thick. In December he finally got the hint and we had a little christmas kiss,
and since then he has become my all and my everything.
In the subsequent (almost) two years, we have been on
several adventures. He has started to learn about geology because that’s what I
base my holidays on (aka he has no choice) and he has put up with (and
continues to!) my weirdness, my moods, my silly mentally ill brain and my night
psychosis, and that fact that I need snacks and attention All The Time.
I have learnt that a vegetarian diet does not suit him or
his butt, and I need to be careful about using kidney beans in meals. I have
learnt a lot about airsoft but I will never understand it. I have learnt that
everything I knew and thought about men was wrongo – it was just always the
wrong man.
So here we are, nearly two years later. He is officially the
longest relationship I’ve ever had, and he is also the nicest, kindest, most supportive,
loving, and genuine man I think I’ve ever met. He continues to inspire and encourage
me, and I hope I do the same for him.
When we were away for our joint birthday getaway this year,
on the last day after a beautiful walk in the autumn sun along the beach at
Southwold, this man asked me to marry him.
I said, “get up off the f*****g floor”.
And now I have become someone who wears jewellery (I never
wear (wore) jewellery). I wear it as a constant reminder that I love him, and
he loves me. A reminder that I have someone to help and support me when I need
it, and someone who won’t treat me like shit and desert me. A reminder that he
is My David, really really, forever and ever.
