Such a busy week so far

 I was talking to a friend of mine about Gabe and the things his boss puts him through and he agreed that it was massively unfair and unsafe. He's working his ass off as usual but seems in a great mood. We at least had a little time together and ate a decent breakfast together before things got busy for both of us. It's lame that this is something of a victory for us, isn't it? We had both been feeling the need to spend more time together and had been desperate for each other's company for a while. He went through hell again at work last weekend and I hate it. I have to admit to having some guilt about Gabe working like he does; he wants to buy us the kind of house he thinks I deserve. He means something bigger and fancier than I ever thought of living in and would never ask for. He knows I didn't grow up with much and neither did he so he wants us to have as much as possible now; but I don't want it bought at the expense of his health and well-being. I told him so many times; I could live in a shack with him and be happy. There's no limit to my love for this man and I want him for the rest of our lives. We've been living together for a while now and my mom has been absolutely brutal with the questions of marriage and children. Short answer; yes we're considering marriage but children is a trickier question. He insists I would be a good mother but is afraid he would fall short as a father. He doesn't have the best relationship with most of his family, except for his father. He doesn't really hear from his mom, sister, or brother. Not for lack of trying on his part but lack of interest on theirs. This breaks my heart for him and he insists he's okay but I see the way he envies my closeness to my family. This is another reason I'm as close to him and nurturing to him as I am; he needs that wether he admits it or not. Yes, I have issues with my family too but at least they all talk to me and none of them would ever ignore me when I need them. He doesn't have that. He told me only a few months into our relationship that I was his rock and the most amazing thing in his life. I give him everything I have and have a terrible fear that isn't enough. Regardless of what he says he needs someone to love him and be there for him. He's my rock too; I tell him things before I tell anyone else and I trust him in a way that's difficult for me to trust most men. That's something I've always found interesting about us; even we were just friends we could tell each other anything and trust each other implicitly. He understands the way I think and how I feel because they're remarkably similar to the processes his head and heart go through. He was always patient and understanding with me and I can't tell you how grateful I am for that. I admit it was a bit of a shock when after only being together officially for a couple of months he casually brought up the idea of marriage and I didn't know if he was serious but now if he asked me I would accept in a heartbeat. I don't know when the thought came to him but he seemed to feel quite early that we were a good match for each other and he was right. We don't fight and rarely even disagree. We had one small argument very very early on and within maybe 15 hours we had made up and everything since has been wonderful. We talked it over and both had the feeling that without the other something was off or missing. We were both miserable without each other and it didn't take long for us to realize we needed each other. He told me he sat there thinking " Why is this bothering me so much? Then I realized because I was in love with you and it wasn't worth throwing away what we have over a stupid argument." I have to admit to some early doubts about him and his intentions but he is exactly whom he seemed to be and that makes me extremely happy. I was skeptical of his intentions with me because the last 2 men I dated turned out to want basically a pretty, busty, gothy doll; not a girlfriend who would tell them what she thinks or want anything for herself. They didn't want me to write, have friends or much of a life of my own; they just wanted me to cater to them and be arm candy for them to brag about to their asshole friends. Yes, they both admitted that. Gabe encourages my writing and wants me to have my own interests, friends, and life. He's just a very big and important part of that life. He would never ignore my opinion or act like my wants and needs don't matter. I should probably go; I've been rambling for a while now.