Married but Miserable

I was sitting at my desk, I felt myself burning up.  I was shaking and felt week.  I called my wife, and told her I was coming home early.  To my surprise, when I walked through the door she had chicken soup, nyquil, and the bed turned down.  I automatically started to feel better.  I’m guessing it was the love, caring, nurturing.  I felt like I was ten years old again, and my moms reassuring kiss to the forehead would miraculously drop my fever.  I assure you that I am still sick as a dog writing this post.  It was a temporary fix, but one that was definitely needed, and appreciated.

I love the fact that my wife showed her love for me.  It brought me back to a time when our relationship was still fresh, and I loved it.  I would love to have that type of love and affection all the time.  I would love to give that type of love and affection all the time.  I don’t understand why it’s not like this.  Why do I have to be sick to get this type of love?  Is this to much to expect from your spouse on a daily basis?  Does this really exist?