we fall in love by chance...

My dude made a colossal mistake last night that has jeopardized everything we've been working towards. I totally meant for my first post about our relationship to mostly be about what a fucking catch he is, but then he pulled a dumb, so here we are.

I'm not going to get into the nitty gritty of what he did because it's not important to this post. Just know that it was fucking stupid and I'm pissed and disappointed, but it doesn't involve another woman or man or donkey or anything, so we don't need to schedule him coming to pick up his things. We are still together and I still love him and we will work through it.

I have made the choice to stand by his side. To hold his hand and be supportive when needed, and a pain in the ass when necessary and/or I feel like it. And in a weird way, I guess that's what love really is... isn't it?

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A chance meeting in a place that held special meaning to another love, from what truly was a different life at this point, has led to some of the best moments of my existence...

The first time I kissed him.

When he fiiiiiiiiiinally told me he loves me.

When he put my info on his road ID bracelet.

That time his mom called me to check up on him.

When he didn't balk at me listing him as an emergency contact for my son at summer camp.

All those hours spent planning our lives together.

The other night when my son ambushed us in bed and the most epic tickle war was had.

How happy he was about the most perfect steak I've ever grilled for his birthday.

That day when I came home and he and my son had spent all day cleaning my son's trash pile of a room.

All those nights he held me as I cried about my most cherished people being lost.

When he talks about how things will be when we are married... and when he plans for another child.

Every time he has helped me to find solutions to all of my own stupid mistakes.

Those times that he logics me out of my rash decisions and helps me to make my plans actually attainable. And those times he supports me in my rash decisions and keeps logic tucked away.

Just tonight, when he took my anger and disappointment and sadness to heart and vowed to be better.

And when he told me that the thought of losing me and my son was unbearable...

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I read on some lovey/inspirational meme at some point that we fall in love by chance, but that we stay in love by choice. In my Googlings, I've found variations of this quote from various people, but the message remains the same... finding, rather, staying in long-term love is 100% up to you.

It's got hearts and two fonts. I really couldn't help it.

Falling in love with this flashy, dumbass unicorn was absolutely by chance (and I really mean to tell the story some day because it's a fun one). But staying in love? That's my choice, and I make it wholeheartedly.

TL;DR: I love my boo. I hate it when he's dumb but I'm going to love him anyway. Yaaaaaaaaaaay!