@ItsBlarg My favorite internet kitty. I love you Doug. I love you Blarg. Mourning is never easy, but you have a whole community by your side during this time. May Doug find my papaw up there. He'll take good care of him I promise ๐
It was 8 PM on a Friday, and my partner was dead asleep on the living room sofa, still in his work clothes.
I was on FaceTime with a friend who was getting ready for a massive night out. She asked what my weekend plans were, and I flipped the camera to show him resting.
She sighed, doing her makeup. โGirl, doesn't it bother you? Youโre young, it's Friday, and you're just watching a man sleep. You deserve the princess treatment. If he really wanted to take you out and show you off, he would.โ
I looked at him. I looked at the dark circles under his eyes and the laptop still open on the coffee table.
What my friend didnโt see was that earlier that week, he had quietly taken over two of my biggest bills so I could afford to take a lower-paying job that I actually loved. He had been pulling 14-hour days for months, absorbing all the financial pressure so I could finally breathe.
I didnโt argue with her. I just calmly said,
โHe is giving me the soft life. The soft life is me waking up without panic because he goes to war every single day. Iโm not going to punish him for returning from that war exhausted.โ
The line got quiet. I told her to have fun, hung up, and draped a blanket over him.
The internet has completely warped our idea of what love looks like. It has convinced women that "princess treatment" means endless aesthetic dates, constant entertainment, and a partner who operates with infinite energy.
But a man cannot simultaneously be in the trenches securing your absolute safety, and have the carefree energy of a guy with zero responsibilities.
I realized that night: The ultimate luxury isn't a man who takes you out to be seen. Itโs a man who makes your life so incredibly secure that fiercely protecting his rest becomes your biggest priority.