Pub romances eh?

We’d kind of been dancing around it on and off for three (four?) years^{^} and the man has the patience of a saint as he never went away but was never in my face; just gentle ongoing nudges reminding me that he is here and cares. When my mental health recovery flipped from ‘everything is deeply scary’ to ‘I can cope with all the things now’ is when it finally happened.

It seems people were sitting back, watching and waiting for the when, not if. So others knew before we did. Just goes to show you what anxiety can do to your sense of and belief in yourself.

He is an amazing man and I am very, very, very happy.

Stop sighing. We won’t be snogging at the bar like teenagers.

Some nice Friday news.

^{^} 4 years, 6 months, 28 days

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