How nice is Royce?

Royce volunteered, he volunteered even before I got a chance to ask him, to baby-sit Valerie's kids so she could go to the concert with the rest of us. Her estranged asshole husband wouldn't even watch the kids for her, and was giving her hell about going. Valerie has no support system, no family here, no one to help with the kids except asshole. Who barely watches the kids so she can go to work. Sometimes not even then. You have to know the history, but Valerie REALLY needs a night out. Royce called me at work one night last week, we got to talking, and I told him she wasn't going to be able to go. He totally volunteered to have the kids come over to our house and said he would watch them for her. Along with my 5. That will be 8, yes EIGHT children. Just so us girls can go and have a fun night. Not only that, he himself wanted to go to the concert, had mentioned it to me, I kind of didn't take him seriously, cause we always say we want to do lots of things, but apparently he really wanted to take me to it. And now not only is he not going, but is watching our kids so I can go, and watching Valerie's kids so she can go with me.

Sometimes I don't brag alot about him, because I've been with an asshole, and to talk about how wonderful he is seems like I'm rubbing it in all my friends faces, especially the ones with assholes, or with no one because they left their asshole.
He really is an incredible, wonderful, kind person. Many times I think he deserves someone way better than me. His life would be so much less complicated. I get stressed about life alot. Sometimes I take it out on him. Then I'm reminded, almost on a daily basis, whenever I talk to anyone at work, other friends, hell - simply turn on the tv. Or Kirk shows up to do his bi-weekly 15 minute visit in front of our house to say hi to the kids from his car. And here I have Royce. My Roycie. Who not only have I been overwhelmingly attracted to from day one, but who treats me like a princess, always has, who has given up so much of his life to be with me, who has gone over and above loving me by making Ryan his son, and watches my other kids for me. The girl's at work last week told me he is truly a godsend. They all envy me. The only thing he has ever asked of me is to have a peaceful, laid back life. Okay, and the occasional blow-job. Ok, not so occasional - he really likes them,LOL. He just wants peace. Very easy to please. He'd like us to get in shape together. Be that little work-out couple. And he is looking really good. He's been working out with his kettlebell, and faithfully working out really hard, and I can totally see a difference in you baby. You're lookin hot. Your getting really big. I love big guys. I'm going to try harder to be everything he deserves.

He bought me a dozen long stemmed red roses the other day because I've been having some bad days and I was sad. They are beautiful. They are on top of the entertainment center along with the ones Nikki sent me.

He still buys me flowers.

The top shelf of my pantry is full of glass vases. From all the times he has brought me flowers. I almost don't have anymore room up there.

Thank you hon for being so wonderful, and for being mine.

I think the question should be, "How lucky is Barb?"

Had to brag a little.