He asked me to..

Wow! I've been on Blogger for nearly two years. I used to bitch about relationships and recommend people to stay single and happier. Right the minute I publicize an alternative view, I start getting hater messages?
I wrote a blog about the things he does for me that no one has. They were material things, yes - that's true. But don't they count? The fact that someone is "available" for you whenever you want them to be. If I call one of you 3 in the morning for help, how many of you would leave your bed, call a cab and come wherever I ask you to? It will be wrong if I say I am not frustrated with these mean comments. You guys de-valued his sweet gestures by saying I need a driver, an insomniac, a person with a credit card? I wasn't going to write this to clear out anything, but I guess it's needed.

I need a driver? I have three cars parked in my driveway. A Mazda, a Honda and a brand new Q7. And since I can't drive around without my licence, if my parents do it - I am guessing you would come to the conclusion that they're drivers?

I need a person with a credit card? I haven't worked a day in my life but I get enough money to suffice. I don't need to depend on someone else's cash. I offer to pay but my man doesn't let me. He says, "You're a student, the day you start earning - you can pay." Now, does that make me a gold digger, you sick bitches?

I need a person who is nice to my friends? Why? 'Why would I need him to do that? He does it himself. He calls my best friend his little sister, just the way I treat his roommates as my brothers. There is just so much garbage in your minds, that you cannot respect someone else's relationship. He met two of my best friends, Beenu & Arshu - and he treated them with respect, just like anyone would, unless you're an asshole.

I need an insomniac? Well, I have been sick as fuck with a wrist splint and a throat infection from the last week. Yet, I spent three nights at Humber College pulling all nighters. One night, I almost passed out because it was so cold and I was so sick. In this scenario, if I don't wanna wake up my parents to come get me 4 in the morning, and I call him - my second family.. that means I need a servant? Wow.

Someone said, rich foolish guy? He's not rich. He works crazy hours to earn what he does. He supports his family. He is not gonna sit there wasting money. And if you think, he spends a fortune on me, no he does not. I wouldn't let him. If I wanted a rich guy, I would've been all bling-bling by now because I have had plenty of opportunities in the past.

A servant? When your parents feed you three meals a day, give you shelter to live in, take care of all your demands, drive you places, love you and care for you - would you call them your servants? So, if a man - who treats me like his family, drives me around, cares for me and my friends and loves me like an older parent - he's my servant? May be I should mention that we have a substantial age gap, which makes him all the more mature and responsible. He plays a parental role in pointing out my mistakes and parenting me to do the right things as well as taking care of my needs.

All I smell here.. is utter jealousy. If you cannot be happy for me, don't hate. I have left Anonymous comments open for a purpose. So, that everyone can comment and participate in discussions without revealing their identity. But if you wanna take advantage of that and talk smack, I have no problems restricting the comments only to people with Google Accounts. Imagine how he felt when he read all this shit. I am being cared for like a little member of his family. If it's too unrealistic for you to believe, then it really isn't my problem. In fact, he told me to publish a quote from him on here.

"A man who treats his woman like a PRINCESS is proof that he has been born and raised in the arms of a QUEEN." 

So, if you can deal with your jealousy elsewhere, it would be greatly appreciated. It's not you guys. It's human nature. You just can't see others happy and people do their best to make sure that others shouldn't remain happy. There's a lot more to a relationship than these materialistic gestures. Just because I wrote a blog about those things doesn't mean that it was a sum of everything. A very old saying, if you cannot say something nice, don't open your mouth at all. Thank you! Oh.. and jealousy is a disease - I hope you get well soon.