Over the next few months we organised our wedding, we only wanted a small ceromeny with only our 2 best friends as witnesses. No family.
Then we planned to have a party a day later for everyone else. I didn’t even think I wanted a proper wedding dress, but that soon changed when I went shopping ha!
Around August Pete was discharged from the mental health team. I wasn’t happy about this, yes he was doing incredibly well but I didn’t think they had dealt with enough of the problems well enough. Im no professional but Iived with Pete and was with him constantly bar work, I knew him inside and out.
Pete was obviously ecstatic. He knew my concerns but he assured me he was okay and he knew what to do if he dipped. Like I said before, I had to trust him. Relationships don’t stand a chance without trust.
September came around and Pete was allowed back on the road (it’s not my story to tell.) this day couldn’t come soon enough, midnight hit on the 17th and out we went cruising.
The next few months went past happily. The good days began to outweigh the bad and we started to talk about plans for the future. Pete wanted to be a dad and I have wanted children for so long. We couldn’t wait to start trying for a baby but wanted to wait till the wedding first.
Christmas came and it couldn’t of been better ❤️ we kept to tradition and opened our presents from eachother at midnight, I’m always nervous when people buy me presents as I don’t have a poker face and I’m way to honest. If I don’t like it, your gonna know 🙄 but Pete always bought me the most amazing gifts. I was a very lucky girl.
It was around this time that Pete started to struggle at work, his manager wasn’t around much and the pressure put on him he wasn’t coping well with. This became the beginning of the end.
Actually breaks my heart to write that last sentence.
