Since I’ve been gone, Dennis and I had our one year. This quite a milestone considering my anxiety, his depression, my family making a fuss because apparently he wasn’t good enough and mine being sick.
How could he not be good enough?
He’s my best friend. I tell him everything. He tells me everything. We make each other laugh, we support each other and yell at each other when needed. He’s my rock. Life with Dennis is good.