George o malley

He was a good boyfriend. He gave you all the attention he could, and for being a med student, it was a lot.

You stayed up with him through all the books, the small exams, but that one that made your whole relationship shift, the internship exam. It was going to determine if he moved on to become a resident, or have to repeat the year, so yeah. It was important.

And you stayed up with him. Of course you did. Helped him study to no end.

When he passed, you both were ecstatic.

So when he proposed, you said yes, after undoubtedly jumping a few times.

And now, you’re pining over who’s more of an idiot; him, for getting down on one knee, or you, for becoming his wife.

It was too soon. And you were reminded of that, whenever he would come home.

He was a resident now, of course it was harder. But when he came home he was an exhausted husk of what your old boyfriend used to be.

The most you would get is a quick kiss and a ‘thank you,’ for the dinner you not only put work in, but love into.

Then he went to bed. Out cold, like a light. You used to be fine with his snoring. But now? It was comparable to medieval torture. Especially when you used to be cuddling, and now, he’ll grumble and push you off.

And now you’re sitting upright on the bed, next to your sleeping husband, who’s frustratingly faced away from you, on his stomach, like he usually sleeps.

You grip the blanket, and try and recall when exactly he became so lukewarm.