What is love?
Love is deciding to have my gastric bypass, so I can be the healthiest ME for my husband. The surgery happened after nearly a decade married, a decade of him harping on me about my health, and a decade of me tearfully wondering if the harping was a sign of love or control/abuse.
Love is my husband willingly, without me asking him to do so, take care of me, committed like feeding a baby bird, every hour an ounce of trout from my favorite Persian place, an ounce at a time, every hour I was awake that first week home from the hospital.
Love is also the daily blood thinner injections, which he did so masterfully.
Love is also the enema he had to administer that one time, 10 days post-op, but really? I think he might have enjoyed that MORE THAN A BIT.
It has been five years since then, and I cannot think back on this without getting salty.
Perhaps he was all along and I didn't see it through all that self-doubt, but ever since then, he is the shining diamond in my crown.
Love is deciding to have my gastric bypass, so I can be the healthiest ME for my husband. The surgery happened after nearly a decade married, a decade of him harping on me about my health, and a decade of me tearfully wondering if the harping was a sign of love or control/abuse.
Love is my husband willingly, without me asking him to do so, take care of me, committed like feeding a baby bird, every hour an ounce of trout from my favorite Persian place, an ounce at a time, every hour I was awake that first week home from the hospital.
Love is also the daily blood thinner injections, which he did so masterfully.
Love is also the enema he had to administer that one time, 10 days post-op, but really? I think he might have enjoyed that MORE THAN A BIT.
It has been five years since then, and I cannot think back on this without getting salty.
Perhaps he was all along and I didn't see it through all that self-doubt, but ever since then, he is the shining diamond in my crown.
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