My dp is lovely. My exh was an abusive twat so it took me two years of dating dp to actually let him anywhere close. I did so, because I posted on mn, to talk about breaking up with him because I was scared. I got my arse handed to me, in a nice but 'what the actual fuck are you thinking?' Way. So i have mn to thank.
I havent been well today so he sent me back to bed and kept bringing me drinks and i am now in the bath he ran me.
My died a few weeks ago and he has been an absolute rock. Held me when i cried, talked to me, just been there.
I have a son. He Is diagnosed ASD. Dp joined parenting groups and got up to date with all the techniques I use so he knew what was happening. That was before he even met ds, never mind moved in. Dp is constantly supporting me with ds. He leaves the parenting to me, butguves lots of support. He likes understanding why I might deal with things differently to how he would.
Dp starts work early and finishes early. When I get ds from school he has usually done the dinner and some housework and has a brew waiting for me. Ds has some food issues and dp makes baby steps everyday. Last week ds ate bolognese for the first time ever and asked for extra. Doesnt sound like a big deal, but getting ds to eat anything new without a melt down has never happen. Ds was so proud of himself.
Since meeting dp my career has taken off as I keep moving up, he keeps I creasing the support he gives. Taking more on at home. Making sure that I feel once i get in that ds has my attention. Rather than the washing, or ironing.
He is my biggest fan. I can tell him anything without judgment.
After and awful childhood and an awful marriage. I feel like I won the jackpot.