Funny that when I don’t feel well people assume I must’ve taken laxatives.
Not possible for Lisa to actually have a stomach ache.
What I find crazy, and I spoke to S about it is that one day when I did take, and as usual was out of commission for the day I told Rob I must have the flu.
And when he didn’t bow to my every command I was actually mad.
I’m not feeling well, why doesn’t he care?
He cares. He’s just sick of me being sick.
I look forward to the day when I tell him I have a stomach ache and it’s because I have a stomach ache. Not because I’ve ingested gross, disgusting laxatives.
One day, soon – he will believe me. When I earn his trust back. I’ll say I have the flu and like he use to do – he will make me soup, tea and cover me with a blanket.
For the time being, stomach aches to him are set backs.