Why I love my love

As it’s Valentine’s day and I think my other half needs a little bit of appreciation, I thought I’d write a post about love.

Me and Seb haven’t been together very long for the stage of life that we’ve ventured into but I have no doubts that this was the right step forward for us.

From day one, the relationship has felt stronger than any other I’ve been in. Coming from a relationship that removed all of my confidence and being absolutely sworn off men, dating Sebastian was like a breath of fresh air. He was straight-forward (despite ending our first date at 8:30pm and almost walking out the restaurant without saying goodbye, leaving me pretty confused), kind and patient – helping me to rebuild my trust in relationships and dealing with a fair few uni-finals-related breakdowns! – and he remains one of the most trust-worthy and genuine people I’ve ever met.

I fell in love very quickly and knew a long time before we found out about Squish or got engaged that I’d spend my life with him. When someone doesn’t get scared off by receiving pictures of babies 10x a day from about a month into the relationship, you know they’re a keeper.

Our relationship works because we both want the same things – puddings over starters any day of the week! (I genuinely don’t believe that a starter and a pudding person can ever be happy in a long-term relationship together…)

Career and family are very important to both of us. Seb’s motivation and work ethic is beyond admirable – the man owned his own flat at 21 and if that isn’t impressive, I don’t know what is! We both knew we wanted to start our family young and build our careers at the same time as building our family (I’ll write a post about why this is at another date.) And the amount of support, motivation and inspiration I get from him, especially now that I’m heavily pregnant so work and exam preparations are becoming a lot harder, really helps me to be a better and more driven person.

You see a lot of posts on Facebook about how love is all about compromising and how you’re never going to be happy all of the time but I’m ready to say it, that’s bullshit. I’m not saying I think you’re never going to be unhappy if you’re in love but it shouldn’t be your relationship that’s making you unhappy. If you’re letting yourself feel unhappy about your relationship over a couple of washed pots or a few games of FIFA then you have your priorities wrong. I truly believe the only thing that can come between me and Seb’s relationship is flat pack furniture (and we all know that no relationship is strong enough to get through the building of a whole nursery worth of furniture without a few tears!) No one is perfect and people aren’t mind readers but love is about knowing that person inside out and feeling secure that whilst they may not be behaving in the way you would, they’re showing you they love you in their own way. If you expect someone to show that they love you by doing everything that you ask, you’re looking for a puppy not a relationship.

I wasn’t looking for a puppy, I wasn’t even looking for a relationship but out of the blue this amazing man who makes me feel happy, secure and like my heart could burst; who may not have long conversations with me about how I’m feeling but who’s cuddles take away the need to have those conversations and who makes me laugh every single day (whether he means to or not…) has walked into my life and whilst sometimes I might complain, because let’s face it – men are men , I really, honestly don’t know what I would do without him.

You know it is love when you voluntarily buy your little girl a Chelsea FC babygrow to make your other half happy, even though you’re a Manchester City supporter.



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