Lucky

Like anyone else, I have my good times, and my bad. I have days where I want to just disappear, and days when everything in life is beautiful! 

I write an awful lot about when I hate life or things in my life.

This is not one of those times.

I realize that I am incredibly lucky and blessed.

Yes, some stuff still really sucks, and I am very hopeful that those things change sooner rather than later. I am working on those things, and doing everything that I can. Outside of what I can do to change them, they are currently out of my control, and I just have to trust in myself that I am doing everything that I possibly can. 

I am lucky and blessed in the fact that I have finally found an amazing man, that I love with all of my heart. He proves everyday that all men aren't the assholes I thought they were.
He treats me as his equal, he always shows me love, and appreciation, he makes me happy, and never makes me feel bad about myself.
With him, I never feel like I did something wrong, or that I am not good enough. He treats me with respect.
I do not have to be fearful of him, and he never gives me any reason to not trust him.
He really is my dream come true, and I am hopelessly in love.

Part of me thinks I had to first meet all the douche bags so that when I finally found this incredible man that I have now, I would really appreciate him, and I do.

So I guess a thank you is in order to the ex husband that beat me and treated me like his property, the next ex who didn't give a shit about me at all, and to the last ex who got scary and obsessed. Also to all the other assholes in between who looked at me only as an object. Even though none of them got me, it showed me what I didn't want.

Most of all thank you my white coat guy. Thank you for being the first real man in my life, and thank you for being amazing! I am so lucky to have you.

Peace and Love,
B