My hero recently has been my wife. She does more for me than I think she even realizes. Most of which revolves around my debilitating foot fetish.
First, and foremost, she loves me. Something I didn't really think was a possibility for many years before we met. It didn't really cross my mind that a woman would love me, a foot man, so much. Now, I don't know what I'd do without that love.
Second, she can turn my most annoying traits into something good. She has taken to my fetish so readily and uses it to tease me all the time. She knows that my interests are very specific and that 'normal,' put simply, does hardly anything for me, and she accommodates me.
Third, she is just too good to me. It has taken me many years to finally come to terms with my fetish. I'm still extremely reserved about it. She isn't very reserved about it. That is a boon. She tells people she knows, which eases my anxiety and allows me to speak much more freely about feet when I'm around them.
Finally, she is my strength. Without her here to bolster my confidence and to urge me to solve my problems, I would not have come as far as I have. Without her, I would be going nowhere. Stuck in the same job, in the same town, around all the same people. I love my good friends, but meeting new people regularly has created a new excitement I had previously not experienced.
Mary, I love you so much. If I were stranded on an island, and I could only bring one thing with me, I know exactly what that would be. I'd rather starve to death wrapped in your arms than to have an abundance of food to last a lifetime only to suffer being away from you.
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