I am going through a painful bout of throat infection brought upon myself via the flu with a side of runny nose, headaches, a separate sharp plantar fasciitis pain in my foot and fresh in the mix is period cramps (and my traumatic experience with periods since losing my last pregnancy) (the sight of red + the pain of cramps which is terrifyingly similar to the loss bleeding)
This man is the loveliest guy on the planet.
For the past week he has taken care of me while i’ve been bed ridden. He fed me, cuddled me, cheered me and stayed on top of making sure I took my meds while he’s working from home. As soon as he knew I had gotten my period, (from my angry incoherent rambling in the bathroom where I discovered the unwelcome guest) I received a warm bottle waiting on the bed to help with my cramps.
Silently doing everything to make sure im okay. What did I ever do to deserve such affection?
I had not taken a bath that day and was not in any condition to. Hated myself for looking unkempt.
This man. Joined me in bed and while im trying to tell him to stay away because im gross he goes “so? I love you. Take a bath when you’re better. Now come here.” And pulled me into him and placed his super warm hands on my sore af, crampy lower abdomen. Instant relief. So much gratitude. Guilt for not being able to reciprocate. Promising myself to be better because he deserves everything.
Crying.
I love him.