I washed my hair twice. I let the conditioner sit. I stood there long enough to remember I had a body beyond its usefulness to everyone else.
When I came out, Gerald was in the nursery with Maisie asleep against his chest. He looked up and said softly, “Take as long as you need.”
That didn’t fix everything. One sentence never does.
I had a body beyond its usefulness to everyone else.
But my husband got up at night without being asked. He learned the routine. He stopped talking about what he couldn’t stand and started asking what I needed.
And I stopped apologizing for resting, for eating, and for showering like a human being in my own home.
So yes, my husband gave me four minutes and thought that was enough. His father gave him seven days and made sure it wasn’t.
In the end, Gerald learned that love does not hold a stopwatch. And any home that asks you to rush your humanity is a place that needs changing.
