I’m proud to call him my husband, he’s stuck by me even at my darkest moments, never fails to tell me he loves me and kiss me everyday. Means so much especially on days I feel low. This man is the reason I’m no longer ashamed to be open about my mental struggles, why I’m no longer afraid to ask for help as I’ve accepted I need it.
Anyhoo, I won’t go too over the top on mushy stuff.
today is his birthday and unfortunately we are very busy so won’t be properly celebrating it till tomorrow.
Happy Birthday to the man who helps monitor my blog.
love ya
xxxxxx
The highs and lows of fibromyalgia 