Marcus & I

I woke up this morning with a lump in my throat.  My demanding coughs couldn’t nudge the
stubborn thick mass that was lodged in my throat.  It wouldn’t budge.    I didn’t have the strength to force the
issue at hand.  Since I was able to
breathe, I decided to get myself together for the start of the work week.   I placed my right hand underneath the back
of my right knee.  I swung it across my
left leg building enough momentum to launch myself upright to the edge of my
king size bed.

Oh! What a night I had. Once again, I was outnumbered by my flesh, and Marcus.  I spoon fed his insatiable appetite until he
collapsed from exhaustion.

 Monday morning
greeted my flesh and my trusted sidekicks – pain and guilt with no
introduction. It entered without as much as a warning. It was here and I had to
face it alone.

Marcus was gone. He abandoned our warm cozy king size bed to
return to his loving wife and kids in the country. I was left to face the world
in pain by myself.

I made my way to the bathroom. After a couple of hours of
self medicating, showering, shaving and dressing, I was on my way to catch the
subway to work.  I took one last look in
the mirror. No stubbles on my face. My mask was securely applied.  There was no need to ruin a good thing.   I love Marcus and he loves me.  And at the end of the day, that’s ALL THAT
MATTERS!