Lemme just say one thing before I get started. Throughout this entire story, my parents are fighting/being dicks to each other.

So I don't think will surprise any of you, but I have a boyfriend. He is legitimately one of the best things to happen to me and he makes me feel like a princess.

So he was at my house today, "cuddling" when my dad walks in, smirks, and "believes" my story that I was scared of the monster from stranger things. Ha. That was funny. We were in the living room btw so SHUT UP BETH DONT YOU EVEN DARE!!!!

After a while my dad calls and says that he, my mom, and my brother, some of you know him as 'other child', were on their way home so we should get out the tree and set it up.

I got to set up the Christmas Tree with my boyfriend.

He paid attention to which ornaments were my favorites, he listened to my other brother, affectionately know as 'Petra', rant about overwatch, and even lifted Other Child up to put the Angel on top. He helped me hang up the stockings, and he held me when I started freaking out because I thought I lost my most treasured ornaments. When I started getting a panic attack afterwards, he just held me. No questions asked. He just held me. God Damn. I'm so thankful for him.