#we'reeven

I think E. and I are fairly even now. Over the course of our relationship, he has brushed my teeth and washed my hair. On Saturday night, I had the pleasure of cleaning up his vomit and then spoon fed him over Sunday because he was too weak.

I don't really have a tolerance for vomit - I remember on car rides as a kid, my sister used to puke and I would literally have to curl up into a ball in the corner and mouth breathe because the smell used to make me gag. Except I was surprisingly okay dealing with the contents of E.'s stomach - which he had managed to get in the sink and not the toilet. So it meant bailing it out of the sink and into the toilet bowl.

But hey, that's true love - being able to stomach the contents of my other half's stomach.

Before he hurled, we had a rather good day. I look forward to the day when we can wind down together with a corgi in my lap, a wine glass in one hand and a book in the other, while listening to Andrea Bocelli. Actually, we are totes going to do that in the summer - it sounds like such a relaxing end to the day.

So while this visit seemed rather short even though he actually stayed an extra night, I have learnt that I can tolerate vomit (which is an important skill to have in life if one plans to have children). And that once again, E.'s generosity knows no limits.

Sorry ladies, but you were idiots for turning this one down before I came along coughstolehim. But hey, no backsies.