Never Knew A Glutening Could Feel So Good.

[SGWhiskers]

After getting glutened last weekend, I slept hours on end after work all week. Hubby did the grocery shopping again, fed himself and the pets all week. Drug my butt out of bed for work every morning, and reassured me in the middle of the night when I was screaming from nightmares.

Thursday, I rolled out of bed after sleeping off the gluten, stumbled to the kitchen and announced "I hate gluten! It has sucked up so much of my life." To which, he sweetly responded "Mine too." I was a bit confused, and confirmed that: Yes, gluten had sucked so much of his life too. I guess after missing his wife for the whole week, he was reminded of the years I spent in bed and all the things I never was able to do with him or depended on him to do for me.

I never asked him to go gluten free. (well, there was a 2 week experiment once). The man has, for the most part, just stopped bringing it home because he knows how miserable and sensitive I am. He gets it now, and it feels so good to have that support. It makes me tear up.

[gfpagan]

That's awesome! I'm so glad you have that support. My fiance is the same, but we are both still learning how sensitive I am. Some things I say don't make sense to him, but he is willing to go along with whatever makes me feel better. We're lucky (-:

After getting glutened last weekend, I slept hours on end after work all week. Hubby did the grocery shopping again, fed himself and the pets all week. Drug my butt out of bed for work every morning, and reassured me in the middle of the night when I was screaming from nightmares.

Thursday, I rolled out of bed after sleeping off the gluten, stumbled to the kitchen and announced "I hate gluten! It has sucked up so much of my life." To which, he sweetly responded "Mine too." I was a bit confused, and confirmed that: Yes, gluten had sucked so much of his life too. I guess after missing his wife for the whole week, he was reminded of the years I spent in bed and all the things I never was able to do with him or depended on him to do for me.

I never asked him to go gluten free. (well, there was a 2 week experiment once). The man has, for the most part, just stopped bringing it home because he knows how miserable and sensitive I am. He gets it now, and it feels so good to have that support. It makes me tear up.