It really is a funny old thing, right?
You can be blissfully happy one minute, and then have your heart broken into a thousand pieces without a hint of a warning.
I have been with my boyfriend for 2 1/2 years now, and I love him so much,but I went through a really difficult time with relationships previously.
I had been with my ex-fiancee for 9 years, we were engaged and I thought he was going to be my forever guy. I thought I was head over heels in love with him, and that no man would ever be able to come close to him.
What happened I can hear you thinking – something quite major happened and it affected our relationship hugely (I don’t really want to go into what it was that happened), and I looked at him with different eyes, and realised that I didn’t really love him anymore and that I couldn’t imagine my future with him. So after a lot of soul-searching, we decided to end things.
It wasn’t easy, especially hard for me, as I had to move out of the flat we shared together and move back in with my parents. I fell apart, hit rock bottom – I didn’t know what to do with my life – I had been with this man for 9 years, and then I was on my own.
But, then I decided that some time on my own was just what I needed to find me again. I began to enjoy life again, and was not looking for romance or love
I met Matt – who really is the love of my life. I have never experienced such feelings of love before. He is my soul-mate, my world and my everything (OK, have I gone overboard on the soppiness!?)
We have been together for 2/12 years, and I can’t imagine a day without him now. We have planned a long-term future together, which led us to buying our new home together in December last year, and then we got our little cat together.
I’m very happy with my little family, and can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together.
(Sorry about the amount of soppiness in this post!)