When I think about the past two years, I know that there is no way I ever would have gotten through this alone. Financially. Emotionally. Physically. Patrick and I made a good team throughout this whole situation. When I wanted to cry, he made me laugh. When he wanted to scream, I told him everything would be OK. When we both wanted to give up, we’d sit on the couch, watch a movie and pretend it was all over.

So, in this brief post I want to thank him for…well, for everything. For making me laugh. For bringing home as much extra money as he could. For lifting all the heavy stuff in the house. For letting me get pissed and listening to me swear.

Thanks Patrick.
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