Back to Life, Back to Reality...pt 5

So I was vindicated and very soon to be homeless.  Never bite the hand that signed the deed.  Or throw small capable object at it.  Or tell it never again.

At least I had my dignity.  The shreds anyway.

In that week, Polo called everyday.  I went to his apartment every night.  And the pain started to fade.  For those of you who know.....this is not going to end well......but to write us off already.....well you would miss the best parts of the story.

The biting of the hand occured on a Saturday and now it was Monday......and I was feeling bad.  Which one would imagine was to be expected......but no I was feeling reallllllly bad.   And in the middle of that night I woke up incredibly ill asking for a doctor.  (and if you know me, I am worse than a man when it comes to going to the doctor)  Polo carried me to the car and took me to the emergency........and I had my gall bladder removed.  And when I came to he was there, with tears in his eyes......Tengo miedo Gringolia (his stooopid name for me).....he was afraid...and I will tell the rest in English.  He would have died if something happened to me, because his happiness would have died too.  (Yeah....go ahead....try to be cool)  The man held back my hair as I vomitted.  A whole lot.  How's that for romance.  How's that for irony.  So many people would die for me and here I lay dying.

Thankfully insurance and hospitals had no compassion or passion for me and they kicked me out of the hospital promptly.  (BTW I knew my nurse from HS.......the horror continues)  Polo took me to my soon to not be my house.  And not 10 minutes later.....drama blew in the door.  Well actually it was already there.  They were um.......how shall I put it......fornicating on the couch.  How could I have missed their car?  I actually laughed to see little miss christian disappear to my bedroom.  But laughing kinda hurt.  You see actually I am the fornicator....she was married.  So they were just making future generations? But for the record.....I don't fornicate.....I "fluff".  It is a nice way to put a naughty thing......and I am always forgiven.  But that is yet another story.

Next thing I know I......yes *I* was being lectured about bringing a *man* to the house.  That I was too good for him.  I was scared because despite evidence to the contrary.... I hate confrontation.  And this looked to be a confrontation a brewing. 

And then Polo did the coolest sexiest thing ever.  He went to my bedroom.  Took my mattress, threw it in his truck and came back picked me up (gently) and capably threw me in the truck.  And we left never to come back.  I was like whoa....that was totally better than the movies.  I challenge you not to fall hard and fast. 

Back in his apartment, for reasons I still don't know why to this day.....he cried...yeah....cried.  And told me he loved me.....and I just cried. And I still don't know why to the day.