“Here you go babe.. got the pills and the cold towel” I whisper quietly as I walk into our darkened bedroom. You barely open your eyes to look at me, just laying there with your arm draped over your face. It breaks my heart to see you like this.

You’ve dealt with migraine attack like this since before we met each other back in 2012. You told me about the struggles early on in our relationship, because apparently, your former partners have thought it had been too hard for them to handle. Bullshit. If you can’t handle taking care of the person you love while they’re in pain, then you don’t deserve them.

It is tough, especially since these attacks happen relatively often. Sometimes they cause you to even throw up, pass out or hallucinate. But I don’t complain about it, and never will, because I know how much tougher it is for you. You’re such a fighter. I promise you, love. If I could, I would’ve taken away your pain in an instant.

I’ve been doing a lot of research about migraine and things to try to somehow lessen the pain for you and we communicate a lot about what you think is working or not.

I sit down next to you on the bed and gently put the cold, wet towel over your eyes. “Do you want to take the meds now? Or wait a bit?” I whisper quietly, while my hand traces soft circles on your thigh under the covers. I don’t feel like I’m doing enough. I just wish I could help you.