I was sick Sunday and Monday. Intermittent fevers (it was like mini menopause hot flashes), dizziness, vertigo, bad stomach - I was just gross and laid around for two days. I slept a LOT.
Mr. TNS walked the dog, cooked AND cleaned up breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and laid around with me. He kept me up-to-date on the scores and results of the games because I couldn't stay awake for a whole game.
Usually, because I work from home, I make the bed, straighten this place up, and cook dinner on a daily basis. Because, hey, I'm here and it would be stupid for him to throw me out of bed in the morning when he leaves for work and I'm still asleep or wait for him to get home to start dinner for us. Plus, I make 95% of the mess because I'm here all day long, so it's mostly cleaning up after myself.
It's nice because it's not even his dog (don't tell the dog that, you'll break her heart) and she ate half of his dinner the other night - she stole it right off the couch when his back was turned. So he doesn't owe her a damn thing.
I've never had anyone that steps up like this guy. All of my exes were so self-centered that they either expected me to be the maid/cook/dog walker no matter how I felt, or just didn't have enough common sense to keep the place neat, us fed, and the dog empty. AND they expected me to throw them a ticker-tape parade because they helped out. Like it was a big thing for something that I did on the daily.
When I'm back to feeling 100% I'm going to thank him. A LOT.
Me: BW, 56, two awesome grown sons. Remarried in 2010. That lasted 11 years.
WXH: Not even a blip on my radar anymore. I'm glad he's messing up the OW's life now and leaving me alone.
D (with cause) in 2004.