Vulnerability

When you're sick, you'd long for someone you loved to care for you.

Cold hits me once again, sending my body to bouts of sneezes and scratchy coughs mayhem. I wished he'd spend some good time to take a look at me (as much devotion as he would to the computer screen), feeding me with meds, tapping me to sleep. It didn't happen and I doubt it ever will. All I had was, 'Why are you so needy?', or 'Say something, you're not mute'. Reality hurts.

I don't wish my child to chastise me, for the choice I made today. 'He was who you'd chosen to marry', the same thoughts I had when my mum complained about my dad.

It dawned to me that it had been 4 months but it felt like a long time. I sighed in resignation; I am defeated. I could not extend the same understanding for E; the struggles are real. Perhaps both of us were so blessed that our partners were ever so compromising and forgiving, time seems to whizz passed us so fast.