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My Personal Superhero

My Teddy Bear continues to prove that he loves me in ways I never thought about.

As I told you before, I've been dealing with health issues. It's not pretty at all. I won't go into details, but let's just say that it's messy and leaves me weak sometimes. Weaker than I'd ever want to admit, actually.

Anyway, a friend of mine was coming to visit and I was trying to get my house ready. I managed to clean my bedroom and the bathroom before MTB came over. All I had to do was get the living room and kitchen together. But my body wasn't cooperating at all. I was in so much pain that I laid it down.

I woke up the next morning in a complete mess from my issue. After I got up to clean myself up, he says to me, "Go lay down. I'm gonna finish up for you." I wanted to argue, but I couldn't because I was in too much pain.

That man cleaned my apartment. All of it. Swept AND mopped my floors and did all my dishes. And did it with a smile.

Just thinking about it now brings tears to my eyes. He wouldn't let me get emotional at the time.

For someone to do that just because is amazing to me. It's not like he was gonna really benefit from it, but he knew it was important to me.

THAT's what love really looks like. Not the fairytale foolishness I thought before.

He always says that I live in a John Hughes movie in my head. Maybe I do, but he brought his practical brand of love into my life and I am so glad he did.

MTB is a geek to his heart, and he told me that he was gonna give me a mutant name. I won't share it here because a) it was kinda gross, and b) I don't remember it. But what I DO remember is what I'll forever call him.

My personal superhero.

Comments

JB said…
Oh, you take care. I'm glad you have someone to love you through this problem.

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