Thank you for your “get well” wishes! I think I am finally alive again after the nasty flu of June 2010. I haven’t been that sick for a loooong time. I’m talking more than seven years. I only know this because L and I have been together seven years, and me no ever get this sick.
As I was lying in bed sweating and deliriously humming to myself, L was my Korean Florence Nightingale. He put a cold towel on my head, made me soup, and generally took care of my every flu-ish need. When Monday rolled around, he took one look at my disgustingly dirty hair, and knew I wasn’t well enough to care for myself. I might be a lazy bum, but I have to wash my hair every day. It’s kinda my thing; as in, the one thing I cling to when times are tough. Clean hair. If it smells, I’m all out of whack. Well anyway, he knew that dirty hair meant I was in bad shape, so he stayed home from work, without my asking, to be my nurse.
I’m not saying this to brag about my husband. My readers know that we don’t have a perfect marriage. We have done and will continue to do things that piss each other off. We mouth off to each other. Sometimes I get mad when he stares at some random woman’s ass in public. It’s what we do.
But, even through my sick haze, I was floored. I was a smelly, ugly, sick troll, and he couldn’t get enough of me. The weirdo seemed to love me even more. How is that possible? I guess if he didn’t care about me when my chips were down, I might feel pretty hurt.
But husbands/boyfriends/etc. can be strange birds. Sometimes, as the wife/girlfriend/etc., we whine and complain and mope to get their attention. We just want to understand what’s going on in their brains (sorry to say, but at times the answer to that is “not much”). Usually, they bat us away and are willing to do anything to avoid another discussion about “feelings”. At least that’s how L and I can be.
But when they see the woman they love experiencing pain or in distress, we get a glimpse of their tender side. They may not know exactly what they’re doing, but if they’re trying to figure it out, if they want to figure it out, that’s a start, no?
This week, I got that reassurance that my husband really cares. To show my appreciation, I promise to quit complaining…unless I get really pissed off…or I have a low self-esteem day…or…ok, nevermind. No complaining for awhile, I swear 🙂