There's a 70s movie line that says, "Love means never having to say you are sorry."
Before today, I was like, "Uh...ok, yeah sure."
But now I get it!
The ICU of the hopital doesn't provide guest anything but a hard, ugly chair in where I try to balance myself on. I couldn't leave my husband's side because I feel horrible anywhere else.
I've been a super-tough-postive bitch to George, and I hope he understands me -- it's kind of like tough-love stuff.
George starts this conversation before they pierce his chest with a main-line:
"Baby, in case I don't make it, I just want you to know that I am sorry for all the times that I was an asshole..."
I reply, "Shutup, don't you even go there, you don't even need to apologize...stop it!"
Now I really get the meaning of that movie line.
I really do.
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