Cuz He Can Handle Me At My Worst!

((Copied from my Myspace Blog.))
So, I'm engaged to be married to a man I've been close friends with for nearly 5 years.He handles my temper tantrums like a pro, and has seen me at my worst and loves me anyway. I have been feeling him for a long, long time, but, well, the world finally got it's act together and here we are, engaged. We're thousands of miles apart, and I miss him dearly, but I've never been happier. If there's anyone I know that can handle my over-emotional self, it's my favorite tattoo artist. He thinks it's funny that I tell him he can out-crazy me, but I think he laughs because he knows it's true. This is the man, after all, who wants a Kiss tribute band to play at our wedding. I have no choice but to have some live music at the wedding, because my very talented Rock Star fiance is bound to get the itch at the reception, and it wouldn't be right not to let him get up there. I'm ridiculously happy.
I already learned to let him explain himself before I freak out on him- not because he'll get upset or hurt or anything when I don't give him the fair treatment because of my own hurt emotions, but because I'm goin to feel real dumb when I calm down and remember that I've known this man almost my entire adult life and that he's always been there for me, and isn't going to stop now. I guess that's what we call growing up.
So much for being a Toys R Us kid!!!
I love Ryan very much, and his kids, Karly n Josh, are happy for us, too. I'd be uncomfortable with the idea of marrying him if his family wasn't okay with it, his kids in particular.
My old Chaplain used to tell me 'True love will be pushed without being pushed away.' I never thought I'd find it, and then I realize it was mine all along!! I'm marrying my best friend, and I'm so excited to start our life together. I have found my Beast. It's funny to me the way I knew, for sure, this was "it". This man has had strippers put him on their speed dial, for, well, less than what we will call "honorable" purposes. He's had beautiful women hanging around him as long as I've known him. Why shouldn't he? He's a rather intimidating, intelligent, and relatively humorous (though not as funny as he thinks he is :-P ) musician and tattoo artist. The point is, he can have all the DD-bearing, size 00-wearing Barbie wannabe's he can stand around him- I really don't care. He loves me, and I'm the woman taking his name. He trusts me, loves me and respects me and that's something no Barbie doll will ever have with him. Man, if this ain't love, there's no such thing.
He's getting all of best, because he can handle me at my worst.Meanwhile, back at the ranch...I'm still finding out who my real friends are, and it's amazing to me how much getting engaged has impacted that. Some people here don't approve, or have jumped to some pretty major conclusions. That's just fine. The Shipjumpers in my life just keep weeding themselves out. Twitchy, Clef, Teal Dragon, Beth H, Beth J, Anthony, all of you who have stood by me and continue to do so, I have no doubt that there's something special in store for each of you for being such amazing and loyal friends. We look out for our own, and my loyalty to each of you is undying and without comparison. I love you guys- and there's a reason some people are family without ever sharing blood. Church!
Thank ya'll, and I love you guys- not just the names I listed, but all of my people who have stood by me. I am fortunate and grateful, and you should have no doubt who you are.