times I didn’t even thank him.
One day he realized my shoes were broken.
The next night there was a new pair waiting for me by the door.
“You needed them,” he said.
“Yes. They’re fine,” I replied.
And that was it.
I didn’t hug her.
I didn’t really appreciate it.
I didn’t even stop to think that the woman I was using was still trying to take care of me.
That winter he bought me a new coat.
“Don’t go out like this,” he said. “You’re going to freeze.”
And I, inside, just thought,
“I don’t need your coat, Eleanor. I need your home.”
That was the man he really was.
When I saw his medications, he didn’t think about his pain.µ
I was thinking about my future.w
Every time I went to the doctor, I asked him,
“Is everything okay?”
But deep in me, a part only
