On Sunday, Jack and I will be together eleven years. ELEVEN YEARS. That’s a whole Justin Bieber.
People often ask me “how do you do it?” and I say “well, it’s simple really. He just puts his thingy in my-” Oh, you mean how has our relationship lasted so long and neither of us has been murdered yet? Well, I guess there’s a number of reasons for that.
We get each other
Jack knows me like no one else. He knows that there’s no point talking to me in the morning because I can’t process anything beyond monosyllables. He knows that if an animal in a film dies I will mourn for it like I would a member of my family. He knows that I like plenty of milk in my tea and that I think octopuses are cool.
We make fun of each other
If I fell over, I’m pretty sure Jack would point and laugh at me before he’d help me to get up. Nice.
Aside: Look at the widdle fwuzzy kitty!
We have a lot in common
We both totally think that Steven Seagal would probably defeat Superman in a fight because Steven Seagal.
We have fun
Sometimes we have dance offs to decide who makes the dinner.
We take out our frustrations with each other on GTA V characters
We have romantic nights in
Watching Cops and eating Doritos is romantic, right?
So thank you Jack. Thank you for putting up with my ridiculous and zany ways. And for getting the cat.