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I've been wanting to get back into journaling on here for a bit, but I keep stalling. Stuff has changed around here, my life is damn near unrecognizable from a year ago. It's all exciting and wonderful, but I still hesitate from putting it all on here. For one, it's a pretty damn big story, and I get a little overwhelmed by it every time I go to sit down and write it. For another...I don't want it to be belittled, or met with an eye-roll and a muttered "Here we go again," especially considering that my most recent posts were about a relationship that I was trying to make more significant than it really was. It's embarrassing. However, this is not that.
Nathan and I have been together just over a year now, and living together since June. He has two kids, age 8 and 10, and we have them half the time at our house. He's wonderful. The kids are wonderful. Life is crazy good, I can't even describe it adequately.
And I almost passed on all of it! It blows my mind that I could have missed all of this, and it would have been my own damn fault.
See, Nathan was recently separated when we got together. Still technically married, no papers filed, and just a ton of red flags. I was worried they might reconcile. I didn't know how or if I could handle kids being in the picture, since I don't want any of my own. His ex...is difficult for me to get along with, I'll just put it that way. And my life at the time was pretty uncomplicated...so why mess with that, right?
Because it's worth it. Because he's worth it.
I've known Nathan something like six years now, and he's always been one of the most gentle, giving people I know. He's patient and thoughtful and smart and funny and sweet. He's an amazing father. His calm nature is the perfect balance for how overly excited I get about the smallest of things. He's got the longest fuse of anyone I've ever met, I've never seen him angry. Even when he's frustrated about something, he has to say that he is, or you'd never know, and his example has helped me to deal with things that upset me in a more rational manner.
Our relationship is effortless. We'd be willing to work at it if we needed to, but so far it's been crazy easy. For a while, I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Surely this euphoria, this continuous level of awesome can't be maintained. This is some sort of new relationship honeymoon phase, right? But so far...no, this is just us, this is just the way it is. We're having so much fun!
The kids, which might have been a deal-breaker in any other situation, are amazing. I've also known them for years, obviously, and have watched them grow. They've adapted to having dual homes and seem to be coping incredibly well with all of this. They seem to like me, and I have a lot of fun with them. It's such a non-issue that I can't believe I was ever concerned about it.
So yeah. That's where I've been this past year, being crazily happy. There hasn't been a day yet that I haven't been amazed that this wonderful man is part of my life. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I'm so incredibly thankful.
I think I'll keep him.
Nathan and I have been together just over a year now, and living together since June. He has two kids, age 8 and 10, and we have them half the time at our house. He's wonderful. The kids are wonderful. Life is crazy good, I can't even describe it adequately.
And I almost passed on all of it! It blows my mind that I could have missed all of this, and it would have been my own damn fault.
See, Nathan was recently separated when we got together. Still technically married, no papers filed, and just a ton of red flags. I was worried they might reconcile. I didn't know how or if I could handle kids being in the picture, since I don't want any of my own. His ex...is difficult for me to get along with, I'll just put it that way. And my life at the time was pretty uncomplicated...so why mess with that, right?
Because it's worth it. Because he's worth it.
I've known Nathan something like six years now, and he's always been one of the most gentle, giving people I know. He's patient and thoughtful and smart and funny and sweet. He's an amazing father. His calm nature is the perfect balance for how overly excited I get about the smallest of things. He's got the longest fuse of anyone I've ever met, I've never seen him angry. Even when he's frustrated about something, he has to say that he is, or you'd never know, and his example has helped me to deal with things that upset me in a more rational manner.
Our relationship is effortless. We'd be willing to work at it if we needed to, but so far it's been crazy easy. For a while, I felt like I was holding my breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Surely this euphoria, this continuous level of awesome can't be maintained. This is some sort of new relationship honeymoon phase, right? But so far...no, this is just us, this is just the way it is. We're having so much fun!
The kids, which might have been a deal-breaker in any other situation, are amazing. I've also known them for years, obviously, and have watched them grow. They've adapted to having dual homes and seem to be coping incredibly well with all of this. They seem to like me, and I have a lot of fun with them. It's such a non-issue that I can't believe I was ever concerned about it.
So yeah. That's where I've been this past year, being crazily happy. There hasn't been a day yet that I haven't been amazed that this wonderful man is part of my life. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I'm so incredibly thankful.
I think I'll keep him.