A Partner Who Gets It: How My Fiancé Supports My Reading Habit

You know that feeling when you just can’t believe how lucky you are? Like, you’re so happy it almost feels unreal?

That’s exactly how I feel about my fiancé every single day. I’ve always loved books, and honestly, I’ve always been a little worried about how someone else might see that part of me. But with him? It’s like he’s taken my love for reading and made it his own little mission to support and celebrate it. He’s not just okay with me buying books—he’s excited about it. I’ll be sitting there, debating whether I really need another romance novel for my Kindle (spoiler: I always do), and he’ll just laugh and say, “Babe, get the book! You’ll love it.” And when I do? He actually wants to know what it’s about. Like, he’ll sit there and listen as I gush about the characters, the plot, the swoon-worthy moments, and yes, even the ridiculous drama that makes romance novels so addictive.

And oh my gosh, the way he shakes his head and laughs when I’m describing the really cheesy parts! You know the ones—where the hero dramatically declares his love in the rain, or the couple has some over-the-top misunderstanding that could’ve been solved with one honest conversation. He’ll tease me about it, but it’s never mean-spirited. It’s this sweet, playful kind of teasing that makes me laugh too, because let’s be real—some of these books are absolutely bonkers, and I love them all the more for it.

But it’s not just the fun stuff. He’s been there for the tears too. You know how some books just break you? Like, you’re sitting there sobbing because the characters feel so real, and their pain is your pain? He’s seen it all. Instead of rolling his eyes or telling me to “calm down, it’s just a book,” he’ll wrap me in a hug, hand me tissues, and let me cry it out. He’ll even ask what happened, even though he knows he’s about to get a very emotional, very detailed recap of the fictional heartbreak I’m experiencing.

And then there’s this blog. I was so nervous to start it. Would people even care about what I had to say? Was I good enough to put my thoughts out there? But he believed in me before I believed in myself. He’s been my rock through it all—helping me brainstorm ideas, cheering me on when I hit “publish,” and celebrating every little milestone with me. It’s like he’s as invested in this blog as I am, and that’s just… everything.

I know not everyone gets this kind of support, and it breaks my heart to think about how some people’s passions are dismissed or belittled by the ones they love. I’ve been there before, and it’s soul-crushing. But with him? It’s the complete opposite. He’s made me feel like my love for books, my blog, and everything that comes with it is something to be proud of. And honestly? That’s the best feeling in the world.

So yeah, I’m lucky. Incredibly, ridiculously lucky. I’ve got someone who doesn’t just love me but loves the things that make me, me. And if you’re reading this, I hope you have someone like that too. Because everyone deserves to feel this kind of happiness, this kind of love, and this kind of unwavering support.