I never ever ever thought I could be this happy with another person.
I’m really lucky that J owns his own house and basically takes care of me. I do help with things financially (somewhat) and cooking, laundry, etc. (when I’m not sick) but I really couldn’t afford to live on my own.
I fell asleep on the couch after we got back from the vet with Scottie. When I woke up I was so hungry but I still exhausted from not sleeping that night/ being anxious about puppy/etc.
I blanketburritoed and whined at J “halp” and “feed me” until he made soup happen.
Sort of the same way I ask for massages by laying beside him and saying “oww” until he does something.
He’s pretty good at taking care of me.
When he looks at me like I’m the only one in the world, when he smiles as I trace my fingertips across his palms, when strokes my hip as he brushes against me in sleep- I know that I am lucky. At least when it comes to him.
- J: I only have a vague understanding of when our anniversary is.
- Me: Same. But this was our second Ren Fest. Does that count for anything ?
J is about an hour late from work. He normally gets home between 6:30 and 7.
If his foreman asked him to work Saturday he might have murdered someone.
Woke up in the middle of the night because I was cold. J had taken the blanket and rolled it up and was holding it.
Tired. Cold. Sober. Waiting for some pills to kick in so that I can sleep.
I had to put fuzzy socks on because I was keeping J awake with my cold feet.
The new Wolfthorn Old Spice deodorant smells like skittles.
We didn’t realize this until after J had put it on and we couldn’t stop laughing.