Secret Love Nest 2018

Handsy

Qing sprained his right hand and wrist.

(Oh no! Baba!)

Yeah...don't. It's a simple injury. He is not dying.

(Oh okay...)

He is fine, for someone with a soft bandaged cast on his hand and wrist. He has to wear it for three days or until the twinges and aches subsided.

The problem was Qing is right handed. Meaning, his dominant hand was injured. So...what should we do?

Me: What should we do?

Qing: You have to help me. Of course...

Of course. The impossible man is feeling entitled again.

Qing: I am not feeling entitled. You love me. So it stands to reason that you will help me. You don't want me to have a hard time, right?

Do I? I think Qing will learn a lot if he will experience hardship. And I told it to him.

Qing: I see. You want me to learn something? Is this the time for me to learn a lesson?

Me: This moment is as good as any.

Qing stared at me.

Qing: Fine. Let's both learn some lessons. Don't help me. In anything. I don't want your help. You will not help me. Do you understand.

I stared at him. Finding loopholes in what he said. I didn't find any.

Me: Fine.

And you will all be right. This is stupid.

Qing has a point. I love him. I don't want to see him having a hard time. So what is my deal? Why won't I help him?

Simple. My plain stupidity strikes again.

And Qing is teaching me a lesson.

The way he knocked things around or the way he drops them, is driving me insane.

Plus, the way he apologizes everytime he will do it.

Dropped a spoon. "I'm sorry,"

Knocked on a display. "Sorry about that."

Dropped the remote. "Sorry."

Burning his other hand a little. "Sorry."

Breaking a glass. Dropping and breaking the soy sauce bottle. "Sorry."

I...he is a walking disaster.

Me: Maybe you should just sit in one place and not do anything.

Qing: Don't help me.

Oh my God...

At this point you all have to understand that I am already regretting, not just refusing to extend a helping hand at him but also my decision to be with him and to live with him.