W came home from a one day trip on a flight at almost midnight last night. She called me from the airport when she arrived. She was crying. It had been a tough day on her... more than her post-op body could handle. I asked her if she needed me to come get her. She said no through her tears. She would drive herself.
She has been honest in the past that she resented that when she came home from a trip that she felt she had to do everything around the house and I didn't help her or take care of her when she was exhausted. I am trying to 180 on this and I did so last night.
I made sure her business suit was cleaned and ready for tomorrow, I made her favorite pasta dinner, had her jammies by the bed and some ice water on her night stand. When she walked in the door so very late she was still tearful and went to the restroom. I told her to drop her clothes in the bathroom and I would take care of them and to crawl in the bed while I got her dinner. I brought her the pasta and a night cap, along with everything she needed to ice her knees.
I sat up with her while she ate and sniffled, by the second helping of pasta, some ice for her pain and a second night cap... she was calm and feeling better. It was fine for me to kiss goodnight and hit the pillow, so I did.
But after I turned over leaving her to watch tv and continue to decompress, I felt her hand move under the blanket to touch my back. She rubbed and rubbed very sweetly for quite some time... and that's the last thing I remember.
It was perfect.
Me(F):40 WAW:44 T:13yrs M:9yrs BD:2/12 (I saw a text) ILYBINILWY: 5/12 PA admission: 12/12 (began 3/11) S:2/13 Moves in w/AP D begins: 7/13 W moves home to R: 10/13
