My Person

I’m going to get all cheesy and lovey-dovey with this question today. After all, Valentines Day is next month and his birthday is Monday. Wherever my husband is, that’s where I have felt loved. I have almost 25 years of positive examples of how I have felt love from him. But the most recent examples are from this time last year. When I slowly began to reach my breaking point with my old job and I began thinking about quitting, he repeatedly told me, “I love you and I’ll support you in whatever you decide”. I’ll never forget the Friday night when we sat by the fire pit in our backyard, each with an adult beverage to sip on. We stayed out there for hours and talked. He made some good points about what I was going through, always careful to not sway me and help me come to my own decision. Not only did he say he would support me, but he actually did. All the way through the point where I finally left and through the month or so when I was unemployed and even to now. I have a new job, but his support continues as I go through therapy and learn how to recover from and cope with my complex ptsd diagnosis. In fact, he was with me and supported me before my mental health declined the first time just before I went to college, a few months after we met in 2000. He stayed with me and loved me through every hospital stay, every new therapist I saw, he drove me to and from every one of my ECT treatments, everything. He is the epitome of “in sickness and in health, till death do us part”. Seriously. When we get old and grey and if he checks out before I do, it’s going to be a Where the Red Fern Grows situation where I will follow him a few days later simply from a broken heart.

Let people judge me for how much I depend on him for support and strength and love. I’m not embarrassed to say how much I need my husband. He’s been with me through everything and yet, we love each other more now than ever.

So where do I feel loved? Wherever my husband is.