It's a funny thing that happens in between arguments, the calmness that rolls in like the fog over San Francisco Bay. Being an emotional creature myself, this time is usually filled with me recounting everything he ever did wrong, doubting whether this will last, questioning whether I could put up with this behavior 'til death do us part' and finally, realizing it was just stupid socks on the bed and he's really a good man.... but I'm still not speaking to him
Since he's less emotional, what goes on in his head is usually about 1. food, 2. music, or 3. wondering what his friends are doing and how fast he can catch up to them.
Saturday, none of that happened... After he left the house, I fell asleep and awoke, startled to him kissing me good night before getting into bed. Leaning on the bed, he could feel my heart beating way too fast and then came the questions.... "What's wrong, what happened, why is your heart beating like crazy, sorry if I scared you, lay down, breathe, calm down".
Then when I woke up with the same irregular heartbeat, and Garette checking my pulse. What's going on that has you agitated? So I tell him about my appt to take an ultrasound of my heart since the doc heard palpitations.
What does it mean? Are you sick? How bad is it/could it be?
here comes reality, that 'til death do us part' can happen before we speak those words and that only means one thing.... He's gonna be extra sweet today!
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