Jamison, oh my, what could I not say about him. Jamison is the love of my life. He’s more than that, he’s my other half. I don’t think I would have made it through half of my trauma without him. Most of the bullshit was taken out on him while I was pregnant and postpartum. I still don’t know how he lasted that long with the intolerable me. Then he stood by me as I conquered the trauma that was to come.
This man has got to be from another planet with how amazing he is. Jamison not only cooks, cleans, and watches the kids. He also fully encourages me to either relax in bed while providing adequate snacks and drinks. Alternatively, he supports me going out and hanging out with whatever friends I can make. Jamison’s even set me up with a hotel stay on my own so that I could just have a break. He takes the kids out so I can work in the quiet. He takes them to his parents overnight and brings me home some incredibly unhealthy take-out.
This man provides for us financially by working hard. He also supports us emotionally and spiritually.
When I finally came out as a witch, this man fully supported me. He looked at me like a complete and utter idiot for ‘coming out’ of the proverbial broom closet because he ‘already knew’. Like, does it get any better?
Well, of course it gets better. Jamison has been by my side every step of the way when it comes to my medicated and unmedicated journey. This man despises needles. Yet, he was able to give me IM injections at home during my pregnancies. That has got to say something. He did it because I cried when I had to do it myself. I literally love this man beyond words.
Do we have problems? FUCK YAS. Of course we do. Our marriage was not the easiest start. Please, don’t judge, but it was a struggle. It triggered some deep-seated insecurities in me. Only now can I conquer them in a healthy and productive way. This is after being together for 10+ years since I found out. No, you will not get details until I have his permission.
Traumatized Viridimere 