LOVE THIS!!! But first, a few things. I have almost no boobs, men still bug me. So there's that.

My hubby is tall. but that just happened to be the case, I've had tall, I've had short. I was rasie din the military. I can protect myself.

I've had money. I've been broke.

I left my ex, who made a good 90K in addition to what I made in favour of the one man I ever loved, my high school sweetheart, a then struggling but brilliantly talented artist.

Money can buy a lot of things. It can buy security, but the threshold is low as far as security goes. Roof, check. Food, check. Vehicle, check. You get the idea. That's pretty much all I need, and I can do that much. But he does contribute, sometime more than me, sometimes less.

But, what I feel in his presence is pure joy. We've known each other for 35 years and have been back together, this time for 8. I wake up every morning grateful to see his face and excited to see how our day will unfold. We're best friends. We still sit up and talk for hours and giggle like school girls.

We accept each other as we are. He's ecclectic. Sometime he likes to wear a dress. Hey, it get's hot here. I'll go shopping with him. Fuck it. He has the legs for it. We know everything about each other. There are no secrets. We've seen the best and worst and we're still here. He doesn't onnlybring me peace, he IS my peace.