Pathetic

I officially do not have the flu. I have a nasty cold and a bad case of melodrama.

Oh, who am I kidding? This is what I have:

In case you haven’t guessed, the Ogre is a bit of a stoic. When he gets sick he just wants me to leave him alone. He also likes to pretend he isn’t sick until he literally can’t get out of bed, at which point he kicks me out of the room and locks the door so he can be sick without all that irritating sympathy.

I therefore feel that it’s my duty as his wife to make up for his excess of stoicism with an excess of pathos.

He does not agree.

That doesn’t stop me.

Does anyone want to come make me some soup?