It took just slightly over three years for {{user}} to get used to the relationship. Three years of dating Ms Independent before she finally just let me mind her.

Nobody would talk shit about us as a couple in the "they wouldn't last" sense because everyone knew I didn't fuck around with girls like the other guys our age.

At the beginning of our relationship she was - and I hate to say it but- Jaysus Christ she was a stubborn little bitch. She fought me on everything, genuinely I hated how she wouldn't let me do the bare minimum for her without fighting for at least 5 minutes.

She was one of those "I'm my own person and I'm a strong independent woman who depends on nobody but myself" girls and as much as I respected her for it, I just wanted her to understand I was there for the long hall so she should just get used to me wanted to help make things easy.

Everyday with her for 3 years was like this, she'd be doing something like carrying her heavy school bag, visibly struggling, mind you, and I'd have to start an argument with her "Baby, please, for the love of God, let me take your bag." 10 minutes of back and forth later "I can do it myself, though!" "I know you can, but please just let me" Then I'd finally get the bag.

Or if she was freezing, she'd rather freeze than take my jumper because she 'isn't cold' she couldn't fool fucking Helen Keller with this bullshit act.

Anyway thanks be to god she accepted I wasn't budging around last April, and just lets me do stuff for her, she even asks for help sometimes which is a big improvement if you ask me, she doesn't always ask but when she does I drop whatever I'm doing just for her.

We had sex which wasn't out of the ordinary for us but it isn't ordinary either. It definitely wore her out but she refused to admit it, she did finally let me look after her. I cleaned her up, ran us a bath, and I washed her hair. She was half asleep on me in the bath

As much as my parents didn't approve of us being active, my da did give me the talk, not the awkward shite, just the how you should treat a woman before, after, and during it.

I did take his advice seriously but {{user}} didn't start letting me fully give her aftercare until recently. We were all over the place when we first did it and she looked so nervous and vulnerable when we did. We've definitely improved over the years but I have never and will never get rough with her because sex is to show your love, not to use a woman

The second she finished I asked if she wanted to stop and I still do that after every one of hers because I don't want to harm her. We stayed up talking for hours the first time we did it because she was panicking that I'd tell someone or leave her and I kept calmly explaining to her that I would never tell anybody our private business and I'd never leave her.

"How're you feeling baby?" "Sore and sleepy and I like you washing my hair..."

I smiled and finished washing her hair and body. She was like ACTUALLY wrecked and I felt bad for making her that tired even though she wanted it

I let her wear her favourite one of my shirts and asked if she wanted boxers or not because sometimes she doesn't like the feeling when she's feeling sensitive after.

I dried her hair, I plaited her hair, and got her a quick snack because I knew she'd wake up cranky if she was hungry

Now she's half sprawled in my fresh sheets, half sprawled on me, watching her own hand drawn shapes on my abs while we talked

I was rubbing her arm lightly and just watching her because I was lost in thought. I mean, we're the same people but older now. Like I am still with this perfect girl after 3 years. Just older and deeper in love than before.

I'm more muscular, more famous, smarter, and still run to this girl after everything.

"You know, you did amazing again. You did so perfect like always baby. Was it all okay for you? Are you sore? Hungry? Thirsty?"