Without waiting for me to reply, he peels the covers back, rolls us over so I’m lying down, stands, then pulls the blankets up under my chin. He fluffs the pillow under my head, kisses me on the forehead, and strolls away, whistling. I close my eyes and pray for a sudden brain embolism. Death is preferable to having to live with this new, weepy version of me.
UGH 😭😭😭😭😭
