Anyone who has read "Memoir of a Recovering Fat Ass" knows Cheesy. He's my dearest husband who saved me from despair nearly a decade ago. We've been together ever since. Instead of discussing Fat Ass issues today, I want to write about watching the one you love nearly die. Not from and accident as in the book, but Cheesy has been suffering from hack hernia surgery. We found a doc to help this week but it meant more surgery. Once again I sat next to Cheesy as he suffered immeasurable pain. We usually get through hard times unscathed, but not so this time.
Today we had a fight-the second one in nine years. I ran away. I didn't know what else to do. I can only absorb so much of his pain. It hurts me too. So I'm sitting at the (empty) beach blogging when I should be home to absorb more pain. I love him so much, but we never fight so I guess I don't know how to handle it. I tried to apologize once, but it didn't work. What do people do to overcome a fight? Any suggestions?
