Helpmate.

We got food poisoning. I was up all night puking and etc. We were staying at a friends' house but I really wanted to be home. My beloved got up the moment I woke him, drove me home and took care of me for the rest of the day. Even though he is almost as sick as I am.

In all my life, I haven't had a lot of being taken care of when I was sick. Not that it never happened, but generally I just did what I needed to do for myself. My mama was good, but I was the youngest of seven-- the details sometimes escaped her as I got older. The partners I've had never seemed interested in being nurturing, no matter how much I did for them when they needed help. There might have been a time or two with some of them when one of them might have gotten me a cup of tea or something, but I often found myself in awful straits, struggling to take care of myself.

Like that time after I had two breast biopsies (full surgery, big pieces cut out). Though he drove me to the hospital and waited to drive me home, that douchebag barely helped me into bed before taking off for the rest of the night to get drunk and black out. He claimed that he was so emotionally overwrought by worry over me all day, he really needed to take care of himself. Hah! Of course he will eternally be the worst of the worst.

The kids help sometimes, especially Dora, but even they are not too consistent. If I ask for something, they are pretty helpful. Usually when I am sick, they are as well, so I have to take care of them. Last year's pneumonia was fun.

So today was so wonderful, so fresh and new, I felt giddy with joy even though I felt as if I had been run over by a truck. We're helpmates to one another! It's a miracle! Truly loving one another so much, we want to do everything to make the world the best place possible for each other.

Sadly, I couldn't go into work for him tonight. He is very strong, though, I am sure he will make it through just fine. We both will, because we have each other.