the season was almost over, almost. i was locked in and focused, we were in the playoffs, and i needed to focus, my leadership couldn’t change, especially in such a critical and chaotic time

we’ve been married for about 2 years now, you knew how it was, you supported me, and i was busy, but i made time for you, you were my priority

which is why ive noticed things, youve been sick for about a week, puking in the wee hours of the morning, i didnt think anything of it

until it was game day, and i needed my sleep, but i was woken up again for the third time this week, i wasnt mad, just worried, and frustrated

i walk into the bathroom from our bedroom, i held your hair back and grabbed a rag, yawning as i rub your back “man, babe, maybe you should get an appointment, youve been sick all week” i mutter casually