I woke up this morning to someone massaging my lower back. At first I thought, am I dreaming but no I wasn't...it was my husband.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Him "You kept moving around so I know your back is bothering you."
Me: "Oh. Uh, thank you"
Him: "You're welcome"
He kept massaging me for about 30 minutes.
As I layed there, getting my lower back massaged, I realized that my husband does know me better than anyone.
I couldn't help but wonder if he knows that I was emotionally unfaithful to him.
It bothered me so much that I brought it up on the drive to work this morning...
Me: "I was reading about people who are emotionally unfaithful to their spouses."
Him: "I guess it's okay as long as they're not physically unfaithful to their spouses. I would draw the line at the physical unfaithful."
Dead Silence
Him: "You okay?"
Me: "Not really"
Him: "You're back. I'm glad. I think we don't need to talk about this."
Dead Silence the rest of the way in.
I dropped him off at his building and he kissed me goodbye.
Him: "I hope you have a good day today."
Me: "You too honey"
Him: "I do love you, you know that right?"
Me: "I know. Me too, I love you."
Him: "In the end, it's always going to be you and me."
I smiled at him and he walked into his building.
Now I just want to beat myself in my head.