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Yesterday was like that. We spoke a couple of times, once she called me; the other time I called her.

When she called, she could hear that I was frustrated, once again showing how in tune she is with me. She’d called needing to make contact with me and I was doing my damnedest to not let my work frustration through. I guess it got through anyway.

Later on, I called her because I needed some reassurance. My wife was on her way to her physiotherapy appointment, and just as her ride was arriving she suffered a minor seizure. I checked and re-checked and re-re-checked with her to make sure that she was okay and fit to go to her appointment. She assured me she was and off she went. I still felt uneasy about it though, so it was my turn to call my Miss and fill her in on what had transpired and to get her take on it. Here’s one of the reasons I’m so glad I’m her’s. She was totally there for me, she listened to everything that had gone on, asked some very cogent questions and then proceeded to set my mind at ease. She’s been around seizures for years and had no qualms about reassuring me that I had done the right thing in letting my wife still head off to her appointment. In fact, she raised the point that letting her go in spite of the seizure was a good thing for my wife’s sense of independence. I hadn’t thought of that at all.

So now my Miss is on her way home from her trip. I can’t wait until this evening and/or tomorrow when we’re going to be together again for the first time in almost a week. We’ve been missing each other, but at the same time we’ve been totally there for each other. Damn it’s nice to be totally and completely Owned.

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  1. Tara Reardon

    And sometimes a Miss just needs her boy. :) I’m very proud of you, mine.

    February 12, 2010 at 17:09
  2. corvan

    awww, thank you my Miss

    February 12, 2010 at 18:27