I love my DP, no doubts in my mind about that.
He's kind, caring, supportive, funny and when I'm with him, I feel like I'm home. I feel safe and that's a huge thing for me.
When there's a problem or disagreement, we don't argue about it, we just talk it through making sure we're both heard and then find a solution. We're a team and we face life together.
Because of DP, I'm becoming a better, stronger me than I ever thought possible. He never pushes at me, force me to agree with him, doesn't swear at me or anything remotely like that.
As he puts it: I love you for who you are now, not who you might be down the line.
That simple sentence says it all for me.
My ExH though, I thought I loved him at first, him being my first ever serious relationship, but life was fiery. We'd argue all the time, life was a competition where he had to be the clear winner. I was allowed my opinions, but then told why they are wrong and it became easier to just do as he said to stop the arguing.
Not that it did, but that's what I thought.
The contrast between the two is astounding and now that I know what normal looks like, I know that I didn't really love ExH, I was just after security.
I'll never accept less than the love DP gives me ever again.
Sorry if that rambled on, finding the right words to explain how wonderful DP is, is harder than I thought
I really love that man and if you don't mind, I think I'll go tell him 