(Good lord we were young)
He's not just my husband. He's the father of my children. My lover. My best friend. And now my carer. As corny as it sounds, he is the love of my life.
That's not say, it's all been beer and skittles. We've had ups and downs, and fought like cats and dogs. But in the end, and when it really mattered, we've always been there for each other.
The past six years that I've been ill have changed and tested our relationship in many ways. I'm not the person I was before. I know I'm damn hard work at times. Our plans for the future were turned upside down and life went into free fall for a while. Illness does that. It changes you emotionally and psychologically. it challenges your relationships with the ferocity of a pit bull. It changes you both mind, body and soul. Nothing can prepare you for the reality of that challenge.
And yet despite it all, he goes out of his way to make me feel loved and cherished. He looks at me like I'm still 17 and makes me feel worthy and special, even when I feel it least. Whatever has happened during the day, no matter how sick I am, when he holds my hand as we go to sleep I never fail to feel safe and loved. What more can you ask for?
So happy anniversary Mr Grumpy. The road may not have been quite so straight as we planned. And there may be a bucket load of pot holes. But I am glad you are by my side as we stumble along.
I have written about Mr Grumpy a few times over the years. He's a pretty good guy when it comes down to it.
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