• 2 years ago
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He holds my hand in bed while we watch TV, tells me I’m beautiful, gives me lots of cuddles, treats me to nice things, doesn’t stare at other girls, calls every night, and holds me when I’m sad. When I got a promotion he celebrated by giving me a card and money for lunch instead of being jealous. He never hits me or screams in my face, he makes sure he’s not hurting me when we have s**, never calls me hurtful names, and never makes fun of my weight/PCOS side effects.

I actually WANT to do nice things for him. I actually enjoy being around him. I really love him and it still blows my mind. Younger me would have never believed this in a million years… I am lovable after all and more than that, I’m actually capable of loving.

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