No this is not a self indulgent post about myself and how great I am, this one is dedicated to my boyfriend who goes by the initials ME.
He has somehow put up with me for 3 whole years to this day. We’ve known each other for 4 since the day I threw up on my bag, turned up to work hungover and then realised we were each others kind of people.
He saw me through teach first which was a challenge in itself, through the 6 months of depression and the events leading up to it and the tears that came after it.
We’re spending tonight as our first night apart since moving in together because he’s working away for work but I don’t mind because I trust we’ve got a few more nights to come.
I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without him and I know he’ll hate that I’ve done this but I don’t care so nerrrr!
Positive of the day: I get the bed to myself tonight to starfish as I please!