Happy Birthday To My Other Half
|October 11, 2013||Posted by V under advice, B, beauty, change, cray, dating, fam, friends, funny, health, living life, love, loves it, M, marriage, work|
My other half as in, the woman that is always there for me, even that one time when we didn’t talk for 2 years. Oopsies.
The woman that knows what I mean when I say “blood is not thicker than water”, because she has also been there, and doesn’t try to change my opinion.
The woman that understands and listens to me when I talk about my childhood relationship with my dad. How he
beat me was never the amazing father, how I always wanted that awesome father/daughter relationship, because her childhood was similar.
The woman that understands what it feels like to walk in on your bf/fiance cheating on you, because it happened to her, a year earlier, in the same house.
The woman that drove an hour to pick me up from said house, kicked her husband out of bed, and talked with me all night long and the next day because I called her in shock immediately after it happened.
The woman that you know any man would be lucky if she picks him because she loves sex, loves football, and is a strong independent woman, just like you.
The woman that you packed an entire house for because you knew she needed to move.
The woman that you thought was intimidating when you first met her.
The woman that you share every tiny detail with.
The woman that is inspiring because she seems like she can do everything.
The woman that is inspiring because she tries to do everything.
The woman that understands precisely what I mean when I say I hate my small town I’m from.
The woman that drives you crazy because she over analyzes things just as much as you do.
The woman that is a replica of you, just 3 years older and brunette.
The woman that has completely opposite taste in men from you.
The woman that tells you “we will make a plan” when you are freaking out because you are questioning so many things in your present life.
The woman that will drive 3 hours to be with you at your dad’s visitation because she knows what it’s like to lose a parent, but can’t actually come because she caught pink eye. ha!
The woman that will spend 9 hours with you, 6 of those in a car, helping you pack up your dad’s house.
The woman that will finish your sentences or say your thoughts out loud.
The woman that you know you can say anything to and vice versa because you both have each others best interests at heart.
The woman that knows what it’s like to have a crush on a co-worker.
The woman that completely understands my relationship with M because she has been there before.
The woman that Bentley feels comfortable around. If you know what a baby my dog is, this is huge.
The woman that currently will get all of my retirement money if anything happens to me before I marry.
The woman that will have a baby for me, if I decide to, because I don’t want to jack up my body and because I’m selfish.
The woman that understands how important it is to maintain yourself because she’s thinks so too.
The woman that supports and encourages you even though she may not agree with you, because that’s just what friends do.
The woman that I am lucky enough to call my best friend, which doesn’t seem to do justice to what she really means to me.