Why I am crazy about my boyfriend at 2 months
I’m not going to explain the story of how became one. That’s a whole another story. Long story short, we grew up together. He was my best friend’s brother. Yep, I did blast that song a lot too. Anyway, it took 14 years before he notice me. Now we’re a couple.
I have been battling depression since i was a kid due to childhood abuse. Not only he helps me get over my horrific memories, but he helps me deal with them at a healthy state.
I was blessed to say that I escaped my family and hometown to go to a high performing school to study what I love. Now, that I moved back to the area where I grew up, I’ve became depressed. I always begged and pleaded to be happy like I was back at art school. He made that dream come true. He was an example of what I used to be when I was younger. Let me explain. I grew up always scared of what people thought of me. It actually controlled my life. Right before I got accepted to MSA, I decided not to give a flying fuck what I did and if people care. So when I did go, I found people who loved me for me and I felt free for once in my life. When I moved back to the east side of Mississippi, the habit of worrying came back to me. My boyfriend, does not give a fuck about anything, well, within reason. That’s when I realize that I should do the same.
Another thing, I was never religious. I only was religious to fit in with everyone in Mississippi. Now that I am on my own, I’ve learned about my sexuality and my beliefs. I am not religious. I am Pan-sexual. Let me note, I am not against religion. I am 100% against people hurting and hating in the name of religion.
I am now at the state of happiness I’ve always dreamed being at. He’s my piece of my heaven and I am not letting him go.
Before I end this post, I will say this: Morals are not based on your beliefs. Morals are based on what you do. Let that sink in your cognitive process.