The Backside of Marriage
I threw out my back on Saturday. My wife is still taking care of me today, even though we had a medium-sized fight this morning.
The details are pretty sketchy, but I’m sure it had something to do with typing something into Mapquest inefficiently and taking issue with the fact that she’s so impatient with the littlest of things. Both of us should have known better, but we all can agree that like most arguments, it’s highly likely that I’m the most at fault.
Despite this level of fault, I’m currently stretched out on the bedroom floor with hot towels and Epsom salt being wrapped around my lower back; this after removing myself from a hot bath that she drew for me. Despite my pride and petulance, she still can’t stand to see me in pain, which I’m eternally grateful for. Even if she has a slight smirk on her face every time I howl out in painful despair, I deserve it. What I don’t deserve, is a wonderful partner and friend like her.