I want you to meet my big brother. His name is Ben. He’s 10 years older than me, married, successful and a total nerd. I love his guts.
I tell him everything. I tell him about problems at home, I told him when I fell head over heels for a boy, I tell him about my financial problems, I tell him about my friendships and my thoughts about God. He knows everything about me.
When I see him I run up to him and attack hug him - he swings me around and hugs me so tight! When he sees me first he attacks me.
We planned my wedding last week! I’m not getting married any time soon at all, but we planned it anyway! Every time we pass a dress shop, he pulls over and we run and look at colours and styles and get loads of ideas. Is that weird because he’s a guy? Maybe. Who cares?
I think it’s because I met a really good guy and he’s super happy for me.
Today he said he was proud of me. I cried. He tells me that every time I see him and I cry every time.