Approaching 11 years together, and our 8 year wedding anniversary.
There’s a lovely sense of security that comes with a relationship where you share, and know, everything; past and present, warts and all, the good, the bad, and the ugly. He came along and scooped me and my ‘baggage’ up, and I did exactly the same for him. In his wedding vows he promised to see me for me; beyond the symptoms and the diagnoses. He has. He does. And I see him for him too.
Still holding hands whenever we’re sitting on the sofa together.

