on valentine's day when bri and i were getting ready to go eat din din, his sister called.
family emergency...baby sick and needs to go to the hospital, could we please watch the other 3 children?
we break our plans.
two hours later the 2 oldest children are puking and shitting their brains out. we are relieved by bri's dad, who automatically irritates brian so much that we get home and he's not in the best mood.
now it's sunday. bri's sick. his dad calls him and says he's sick and needs to go home so bri's back on his way over to take care of the kids. i yell at him, we get into a little spat, but it's alright cause his sister comes home with the baby like 5 minutes after he gets there.
now bri's at home and he's really sick. he's sleepin on the couch and someone is BANGING on the door. i run downstairs, open the door and some gal is standing there. i say "yeeessss?" and she says "is brian home?" "yesss?" "are you karen?" "yesssss?" "i'm jessica." click click click, bri's ex girlfriend.
i run upstairs, tell brian if he doesn't go handle that situation i will and it won't be pretty.
then i get sick. really sick. like, 6-year-old first time with the stomach flu ever sick.
what's good about this is that you really learn just how much you are willing to do for someone when they are crazy sick. bri and i puked in unison, in the same room, in our separate buckets and he cleaned out my puke bucket at least 7 times last night. i'd go into other specifics, but bri would kill me. it's just nice knowing that i have someone here who is going to take care of me no matter what, even when i have puke dripping out of my nose.
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