My boyfriend and I have plenty of issues. I’m a control freak. He’s a people pleaser. I’m always busy. He’s always missing me. I’m always crabby. He’s always tired. He’s always on his phone, and I never sit down. I’m not affectionate. Sometimes I think he’s too affectionate.
But we are in a relationship. We fight, get mad, are too prideful. Then we kiss, we makeup, we start over. And that’s okay. No relationship can always be good, but we stay together. We work our butts off. We’re in love, and we want each other.
Sometimes I really think our relationship is messed up. I mean, we’re only juniors in high school with a baby. We don’t live together, and we don’t talk a lot. We’re trying to juggle responsibilities, finances, while being parents under our own parent’s authority.
We really do have some bad days, sometimes we have bad weeks or even months. It’s like we get caught up in a funk. We start getting mad at each other and hold on to grudges.
But we always make up. When I get mad, he’ll grab me and pull me in for a hug. He’ll hold my hand when I feel insecure. He’ll call me beautiful when I was carrying extra baby weight. He loves me so deeply.
So when we’re having a bad day, something always reminds me of the love I have within my wonderful Isaac. Sometimes that reminder is Facebook drama, a cute picture of us, or just staring at my sweet baby boy…and I’m reminded that maybe my situation really isn’t that terrible.
Maybe our relationship is actually the normal one…with a baby and all.
And I feel so blessed having this guy as my boyfriend and as a wonderful father to our baby boy!