I knew Hubby was a keeper when I had the aneurism in my sinus cavity go on me and he hauled me to the ER multiple times when it kept popping, then carried me out of the doctor's office after they finally packed my sinus cavity. And I got to be mostly conscious on his mother's living room floor for the next 24 hours. Damn, nearly 30 years ago now.
'Unleashed'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I think I've shared before that my DH helped take care of MY mother when she was too ill to take care of herself. Loved her and cared for her as if she were his own mom. That's the kind of partner you want for life.
Is it wierd that this conversation is making me want an SO? I mean, 99% of the time I'm fine with being single, but sometimes something makes me have a twinge for a BF. Although, perhaps my getting nostalgic about stories of people cleaning up someone else's poop is the reason that I'm single.
Nope, Vortex, that seems normal to me. I love my Dh , we have fun , we like hanging out together, he is great for my brain, but the bonus is that he can, will, and has dealt with me at some truly less than pleasant physical moments.
One of my friends ( divorced ) was appaled that DH was around when I was dying my hair . she felt there should be some 'mystery'. Really? After he helped me when I ate that recalled corn that left me faster than I ate it?
Gosh, is anyone else up?
Not for too much longer, but yes.
Oh, dear, just very bored, Epic.
Working late? Can't sleep? What's with the crazy hour?
Can't sleep. I dunno. Tried to; can't.
Aww. Lovely husband/SO stories. My Girl, of course, is an angel (a tiny Jewish bad-tempered one). We don't like the word 'carer' very much, but she supports me in everything. I wasn't physically disabled when she met me. A year into our relationship, she very quickly had to learn how to do everything from bathing me, to fighting on my behalf when care services and the like refused to help. I assumed she'd be out the door pretty fast. She was very much not.
Rarely do I acknowledge that. I'm going to have to put something in my civil partnership vows. (Something beyond 'in sickness and in sickness'.)
I wonder what I should do with my day, other than reading for my essay. I feel like hanging out at Camden market. I might do.