The last couple of weeks I have been barely participating in life functions, and it has taken a toll on my life partner. I have stopped cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, grocery shopping. Thus, he has had to do them all. He has put up with my "Fastfood Frenzy" moments and does not question when I sit next to him and inhale a 12-inch sub from Subway, or when I want some coleslaw from KFC, because that is "the only thing that sounds good to me." He calls me Daredevil. (For my heightened sense of smell). He says caring things like, "I don't like it when you throw up, so stop it." But, I know he means it in the nicest way. He makes me laugh a lot by doing impressions of me and the weird noises I make. He asks me if I want him to pick up some chippies for din din. (translation: chips for dinner). He folds the laundry and goes grocery shopping (even if he bought salmon patties and some chicken that smells like broccoli when it is cooked). He is sweet to me and tells me that he doesn't care if I don't look like this again, and he can't wait until I look like her. No one would put up with this better then him. Thank you Baby Daddy.
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I must say that you have chosen a wonderful young man to be my grand baby's father. I think that you are going through the hard part first, the rest will be a piece of cake. (I hope cake doesn't make you sick ,does it?)
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