My boyfriend of 6 years is often the Bain of my existence. We’ve been through great years and touch years, moving from one state to the other, pregnancies and loss and most recently the relentlessness of a two year old.

There’s no doubt in my mind that we’ll eventually get married…you know…when life slows down and we have time to plan a wedding or the money to pay for a nice wedding but of course there’s always every Tuesday when I think the courthouse will be just fine

We met in the 6th grade, were bf and gf for about a month but stayed in touch throughout life. Then in our late twenties we started dating. Fast forward 6 years:

• There are socks everywhere…he can’t put clothes in the hamper to save his life
• Social media is his thing. He’s like a stalker of others lives.
• We never spend time together…insert kid
• His love language is gifts…mine is not
• He’s a talker…I’m a doer

With every year that passes there are new things that are different and the most annoying part is that this lame is my best friend.

We’ve known each other so long that even when we’re not talking relationship wise the son of a b@*%# can still make me laugh. We can not speak for days and one stupid joke breaks the ice.