Picture this.
The groom is currently 28, an ex-forces 'veteran' with a 6'1" frame with broad shoulders. He loves playing computer games, and is absolutely smitten with animals.
The bride is currently 21, a recent university graduate at a whopping height of 5'1". She too loves animals, and also loves arts and crafts.
Opposites attract I guess, as we are such an adorable couple. We've been together for three years and got engaged last month during the Christmas of 2013. We're planning on getting married in two years, so we have time to save up and move home, and then a year to plan and book everything for the wedding. ...This basically means I have two years to plan a wedding, hurray!
But yes anyway. The man I'm marrying. He really is my best friend. I feel so in tune with him and we support each other so much. We've been living together for about two years and don't find any upsets - I think our secret is that we do our best to benefit ourselves as a team rather than just looking out for ourselves individually. We don't argue, we discuss things we disagree on. (Our biggest 'issues' are that he leaves his socks on the floor and I randomly leave cupboard doors open, but we giggle about it)
We've had a fair share of money and health troubles, including unemployment, almost losing our flat from not paying rent, dealing with his ptsd and my depression. All sorts. We first lived with some students (he met me at uni) and they were nothing but horrible and manipulative, sticking their noses into our relationship and trying to split us up and causing arguments. (We found out recently that he wanted to propose two years ago but the 'friend' he spoke to for advice told him not to propose because I didn't want it - then spoke to me and said he wouldn't propose because he wasn't ready. 'Bitch' is an understatement!) So we scrimped and saved and moved out as soon as possible, to our own little private flat. It's really tiny and cramped but it is ours and nobody can interfere.
But anyway. We look out for each other and take joy from the simple things. We love to laugh and be silly, and have all sorts of funny inside jokes. He makes me laugh so much to the point where I'm crying and struggling to breathe. We love teaching each other about new stuff, as we both like to read. I love sitting and watching him play his manly computer games, and he praises me for all my crafts that I make and show him. We can always be honest with each other and know that no matter what we say, we can sort it out. I also have low self-esteem that has skyrocketed since we've been together. I always ask him for advice and he comes up with these wise answers for me. He's just amazing really.
So I'm incredibly excited to be 'his' and have his name, and one day have his children :) I better stop now before this turns into an essay!
