“To the man who has picked me off the floor from sobbing, to the man that has been there for me since circa 2005. To the man that has always loved me, given me two beautiful children, to the man that has let me sleep in every morning, made me a cup of coffee before I wake up, tell me I’m beautiful everyday, listen to me rant about how much I hate sexism, allowed and backed me up to raise our children with gender neutral values, to the man who has been a brilliant hands on step father, to the man who puts up with me being a snappy tired bitch, to the man who has always been my best friend, given me a feeling and a sense of calm and ‘home’. I said YES 😢❤️ (in love with my vintage engagement ring) you’re the best @mitchletissier”
A lot of people have asked me how Mitchell proposed, so I thought it would be easier to post a blog about it! It’s super weird because, I was most excited about telling you guys, the people who read my blogs and give me opportunities, that once upon a time I never thought I deserved or could achieve.
When Mitch and I first moved in together. Things were pretty tight with money. Mitch basically lived off corn flakes and I would plan and prepare everything we had to eat for the week. Making sure Florence never missed out on her clubs, hobbies etc. We wouldn’t have any snacks, we couldn’t afford it. But once the ball started rolling, things got a bit easier. But still, takeaways and things like that were a total luxury that we simply couldn’t afford. We had both left our homes and started a new one in a different city. It was hard.
So to make things feel more special, we would have picnics in our lounge, and eat whatever we were having that night. Surrounded by candles.
We both couldn’t care less. Because, as cheesy as it may sound. We had each other.
I don’t care if this comes across as boastful, because it’s true. The love we have is so powerful and rare. We know each other inside out. I’d rather die than be without him. It’s not been easy, summer 2016 we broke up. We both had mental breakdowns and things got messy. I even told him to “fuck off and die”. And, you know what? I actually meant it at the time. My heart, along with his, had been ripped out and thrown onto the road, and had been run over by a truck carrying 30 elephants. (Didn’t actually happen just felt like that no elephants were harmed during that made up scenario).
But. Us being us, we got through it. We over come everything. I mean EVERYTHING. And I think a lot of people are quite jealous of that. I would be. If I didn’t have that kind of love.
Us 100 years ago. Dropped my phone down toilet that night. 😩. anyway! ……
So. Things have gotten better with money. We actually eat now. Yay. And we probably have a lot more takeaways than we really should do! Oops. And because of that, we hadn’t done the lounge picnic in a very long time 3 or 4 years.
But on Friday, Mitch decided we should have a lounge picnic. Again, like old times, surrounded by candles. As I’m a veggie now, I had vegan burgers with sweet potatoes fries, and he had beef burgers. The food was GOOD (shout out to Sainsbury’s for their vegan burgers. You guys did good) we talked about everything and anything. We talked about all the scary, happy, sad, embarrassing, heartbreaking things we had gone through together. We spoke about our first kiss at 13, we spoke about how confident he is now compared to back then. We spoke about losing Bobby, (our cat that had to be put down) he sobbed his eyes out holding her. We spoke about our children and how perfect they are.
And then he told me how much he loved me, and that he always had done since 2005. And how he wants to spend the rest of his life with me.
And before he even asked.
I said yes. I burst into tears. It was perfect.
I love you babe.
Till death do us part.
BRB on the phone to Lady Gaga asking if she will play at my wedding. I mean our wedding.