T called me tonight. He is not feeling well. He might have the flu or he might just be sleep deprived. I wanted to come and hold him. Make him chicken soup. Make sure he has everything he needs.
If we lived together, I would do that. I would take good care of him. And what's more I would be glad to do it.
I then started thinking back to my marriage to K. If my memory serves, I have helped her through at least 4 serious surgery (with recovery time in weeks). That does not count delivering 2 babies by c-section. In all cases I helped her to the bathroom. I changes badges. I helped her in the shower.
The point is, when my partner needs me, there is nothing else on my mind. Nothing is more important. I miss work. I skip other things I like and focus my attention on their needs. I do the same things with my kids. When someone close to me needs me, I am there.
That brings me back to T. I very much want to take care or him. I want to be there to bring him soup. I want to be there to cuddle with him as he tries to sleep. But I can't. He lives over an hour away so I cannot be with him when he is sick, no matter how much I want to.
One day I will take care of him.
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