I went shopping for groceries today. I know that doesn't sound like a big deal, but to me it was. I couldn't get myself together good enough to drive myself. My husband had to take me after working all day. He was tired, but he still helped me. I am very lucky in some ways. At first I tried to bribe him with food. I told him how it would be great if he could come and help, because then he could pick out some food that he wants that I might not think to buy. He was tired, but I was a little bit surprised when he said he was too tired to care about food. And yet, I knew I was too mentally and emotionally fucked over to drive safely. Well... in my experience, there is only one thing that men care more about than food. So... I offered that thing in exchange for his help. THAT got his attention. But not because he wanted to accept my deal. It got his attention because he knew how desperate I had to be to resort to the old pattern. I WAS desperate because there was nothing left to eat in our house and I have to feed my kids. I will do, and have done, ANYTHING in order to take care of my kids. He refused my trade and took me to the store anyway. I love him. I love him very much. He's nice to me. He's nice, he understands and he won't take advantage. I think he is the best person I have ever known.