Hey everyone! I had a pretty big triumph a week and a half ago.
My boyfriend v*d! And he lives with me! I was terrified at first, so anxious. But I put on a face mask and lay next to him in bed.
I couldn't go back to sleep and neither could he so I ended up giving him Benadryl and Advil, cold cloths on his tummy and forehead, and he fell asleep for a bit.
I took care of him!! I checked his fever periodically, moved the cloths around so they'd stay cold, and sat and talked with him (while wearing a mask). I even ended up giving him a kiss!! I went to the store to buy him gatorade and crackers, etc, and when I came back home, I no longer wore my mask. We ate lunch together and watched a movie then cuddled!
By this time I figured he wasn't contagious as he'd only v* once. (We think he had food poisoning or gastritis) I was so proud of myself for not running away and instead staying by his side and taking care of himI think this is a really big step for me and I feel like now, I can see myself being a good mother. If I didn't run away from him, I definitely wouldn't run away from a helpless child. I am just so thrilled with this progress. Thanks for reading!



I think this is a really big step for me and I feel like now, I can see myself being a good mother. If I didn't run away from him, I definitely wouldn't run away from a helpless child. I am just so thrilled with this progress. Thanks for reading!
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