Dan called me the other day and sounded like hell.
\n“What’s wrong?” I asked.
\n“Bring me soup…please…I feel sick.”<\/p>\n
During my whole marriage he insisted that anytime I was ill, that it was all in my head. I try not to hold that against him after all these years, but it’s my first reaction to say, “Well you just need to think positive thoughts!”, I didn’t though. I ran to the store and got him low sodium chicken noodle soup and orange juice.<\/p>\n
I called him every four hours to remind him to take his medicine and each time he thanked me and hung up mid cough.<\/p>\n
Yesterday around noon I felt like I was hit by the sick bus.\u00a0 I had officially gotten what that bastard ass had given me.\u00a0 He called me on day 2 of his sick, which was about 5 hours into my sickness.
\n“Bring me soda…if I drink anymore orange juice I’m going to hurl.”
\n“F U, I got what you have!” I whined.
\n“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” (a first, he never says he’s sorry)
\n“ugh. go away.”<\/p>\n
Last night Shaun brought Dan some Sprite and I got a text message saying, “Tell Shaun thank you. He’s the best ex-wife’s new husband ever.”<\/p>\n