That man (my fiancee, woot!) is a rock sent from G^d to keep me sane. No one can ever say that Jeremy didn't get to see me in a variety of situations while we were dating. He's stuck around through two exam weeks, many dog run-aways, illness (mine, his, and various dogs), gashed knees, embarrassing moments, kitchens full of puppy poo, Christmas, Thanksgiving, birthdays, parvo, euthanasias, and he even dug a hole when we buried Brett together.
It's really unfair that's Jeremy has gotten to watch me go insane. Why do I have to be the one who looks bad all the time?! When is it going to be my turn to play the good guy?
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