"The heartbreak of psoriasis."
"Shut up Carl" I'd had enough of his soundbite responses to my agony. They always made me feel like he was making fun of me. I scratched the dry patch on the tender underside of my wrist until it bled.
"Red in tooth and claw" he said.
This was something new, not his usual TV commercial variety remark.
As I stood to put a pot of oatmeal on, tiny flakes of bloodied skin fell onto my lap. I felt disgusted by my own body, and worried I would finally disgust him enough to leave me.
Carl said nothing. I'd been with this man for forty years, and knew he was at his most unpredictable when he was silent. Then he stood, walked over to me, and closed me in his arms.
"It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all."
Tennyson.
My knees turned to jelly.
This is my entry to 
Notice for Newbies on Hive
Real people read your posts in this community! There are no rules!!! A post doesn't suck up your entire day!!!! You can safely let your imagination take flight! You will feel the love!
Try to remember to leave a link under
To maximize readership, you might also post in the Freewriters Community (or 
We are good people, it's a no judgment zone, and is an excellent community to get your feet wet on Hive.