And despite Initials best intentions, he's not doing such a great job taking care of me. I give you three examples why.
1. He says things like "I know how you feel. I feel miserable most of the time, so I guess I'm just used to it."
2. He gives me a choice as to what I want for dinner-- "You can chose either red or orange pepper in the saffron rice we're having as a side to the tuna steaks."
3. He cuddles and makes sure I'm nice and snug in bed, but that means he can't cover his mouth when he coughs, and I wake up with spittle on my cheeks and shoulder.
Ew.
At least he gets points for trying.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.