Months To Years Spring 2018 Months To Years Spring 2018 - Page 62

Love looks less like plumping pillows and more like jam- Love is finding him irritating, infuriating and disappoint- ming a thermometer in his mouth one last time before I ing—like we all are at one time or another, and catching dash off to work and shrieking at him to “take the Tylenol myself just before snapping at him and remembering because your immune system is compromised!” Love is that he is scared. So scared. Love is feeling neglected also knowing my limits. This chubby, menopausal woman and taken for granted, yet throwing every ounce of my will never be able to keep the thermostat where he wants red-headed personal power in the face of any doctor or it. But I did buy him both a space heater and an electric nurse who fails to treat him with respect or give him proper blanket. care. Believe me, you don’t want to be on the receiving These days, love is buying a ticket for a show