Anna found her Kristoff
Hi, my name is Megan, and I’m a grown-ass adult that loves Frozen. I also have a job and pay for my own car and apartment and medical bills, so quit giving me that look.
So yeah, it’s been a long time since the last post. A lot has happened. Hahaha, so much. Basically everything. I have a boyfriend now, and long story short, there was a non-viable pregnancy right off the bat that I don’t like talking or thinking about because it hurts and didn’t last very long at all, but it led us to realize a lot of things very early on in the relationship. It also started the ongoing process of forcing me out from behind all the walls I’ve built over the years, and learning that I can actually rely on someone other than myself. He was a rock throughout, taking care of me when I was sick all the time and standing by me, and while that may not sound like a lot – or just sounds like basic human decency, which it is – it’s also something I’ve never had in my life before. Then I found out he’s more than cool with my costuming stuff and encourages my talents so much, and will even let me drag him to the Frozen sing along at Disneyland and let me dress him as Kristoff to match my Anna. He even looks like Kristoff, just with shorter hair, which is icing on the cake.
He doesn’t care about my past. He hasn’t heard all of it, and maybe he never will. He knows there’s a lot of damage and some abuse, but he’s had more than his share of that as well, and he was able to move past that and still be 6 feet of gentle dork. He knows I’m still a work in progress so he’ll tell me basic things no one ever did, like I’m good enough the way I am and don’t need to be perfect, and that I deserve to be loved. He’s great with kids and my cat, and so friendly with everyone he meets that I feel like he’s my social pass in life. And he’s so willing to share everything. Nothing is a contest between us, and he’s even gotten me in the habit of saying “us.” Sometimes I still don’t know what to do with myself, this is all so new. Except when he said, “I really want to kiss you, but I’ll wait til tomorrow to do it right,” and I said “Promise?” and then made him kiss me right then anyway. He’s always planning 10 steps ahead and I just wreck them all, like so:
So yeah. There’s a lot I could say, but I wasted a lot of time looking at Anna and Kristoff gifs and I’m hungry, so I’m off to make shepherd’s pie for dinner. While he’s changing me for the better, the one thing he knows that will never change about me is my willingness to have an actual wedding. But he’s insisting on having one, so he gets to plan it. I told him to just tell me when and where to show up. (I will make my dress, I’m not going to be a total bum. Come on.) In the meantime, we’re taking coloring books and tablets to Disneyland to hang out and be arty, and it may look something like this: