Besides electricity, and air conditioning, and powered vehicles (yeah, they should be airborne after all this time, but they're still a helluva lot better than horses), and cheap groceries, and all that jazz...
Mrs. Eddie is an excellent partner. When I took steps to make things better, she jumped right in and responded with happiness and relief rather than resentment and suspicion, and she had enough patience in the years leading up to that point to stick it out to begin with. And she saw what she could do to make things better and she did it and stuck with it.
And these days she touches me. A lot. She pulls me close to her and snuggles up to me at night, and I get a feeling all over that I haven't felt in... well, ever, as far as I can recall. I've been craving it my whole life. And when she doesn't want to she says so without acting like I've done something wrong just by wanting to touch her, at least 95% of the time.
And she knows about all my problems and most of my weird behaviors, and she still thinks I'm sexy. (Although she did mention that I'd look better with a slightly flatter stomach... time to bump up my workout schedule, because she's right)
I still don't know why she wanted to be my wife practically from the day we met, when no one else was remotely interested, or why she's never seriously questioned that decision in all the years since. But I'll do what I can to make sure she never regrets it.
a fine and enviable madness, this delusion that all questions have answers, and nothing is beyond the reach of a strong left arm.
