My wife cared for me while I was ill. My children, too. It is the cement in the bond of matrimony, somehow. When you are wounded and at your worst, she looks at you like you’re clutching a Nobel Prize or an Oscar at a banquet. Do people behave badly when things are going well? I find that the case often enough these days. They fight over winning lottery tickets. You need to find someone that loves you when you are unloveable. Not like this:

I feel better today, because she has looked after me when I needed it. So it’s more like this today:

“When I needed it.” Heh. I always need it.