This is for you, Smelly.

About three years ago I ended a very destructive relationship with a man I had been with for about four years. I also lost my brother. I also quit doing drugs. All in the matter of three days. Yep, I'm tough. Tougher than I ever thought I could be.

Now, three years later (which seem to have simply flown by), I am healthy and happy. I have a wonderful man in my life whose love knows no end. He makes me laugh and smile constantly. But most of all, he makes me feel safe. Safer than anyone, in the history of anyones, has ever made me feel. I never wonder if his car will be in the driveway at 3 am. It just is. I never wonder how long it will last. True love isn't started under false pretenses, getting knocked up and failing at a business together. You should never have to fight for true love. And I don't.

My past has been filled with bad mistakes, sometimes followed by even worse ones. My present is the fairy tale dream I thought could only happen to other people. I never blog about my relationship because I feel perfection doesn't need to be advertised in order to convince myself of happiness.

So, what do I have besides bartools in my life? I have a seventeen year old daughter who isn't pregnant and won't be at the age of 19 either...I have true, untarnished love from a man who is so close to perfect...and I have given the worst part of my past away to someone else.

But I didn't need to write this in a blog for me. I wrote this for her.