He's the love of my life in every sense of the word.
Warning: mushy, personal post ahead. I just want to get it out somewhere. My boyfriend.. I hate even calling him my boyfriend. That term doesn't feel strong enough, but we aren't married so I can't call him my husband. But he's the best thing to ever happen to me other than my daughter, and I wouldn't have her without him. He's amazing father. A supportive, loving, patient, and strong minded man that has my heart and soul in the palm of his hands - and I trust him beyond the shadow of a doubt to never take my absolute faith in him for granted. He has never taken advantage of my forgiving nature and I love him for it. I mean in many ways he drives me INSANE. But never once has any of that made me question him or us. We have been through HELL together. We have faced hungry bellies and homelessness and people we thought were our friends literally robbing us and we have seriously been to hell and back together. I almost left him. I could have. I could have left him and moved in with my mom and life would have been secure. But I chose him. I chose our family. I remember the pivotal moment I decided to stay with him and continue to build with him and I am so thankful I made that choice. Because that's what love is. It's choosing to love someone every day, even when you don't feel like loving them.
