Three months into our relationship and we had both gotten a bad case of food poisoning and it was coming out both ends. He got better before I did, but one day we were driving home and I asked him to pull over so I could vomit. He had to pull over three other times during the drive. On the last time, 50 feet from my apartment, I had to get out and vomit…I also pooped my pants. I knew it was love when he set down a shirt for me to sit on and let me get back into his car.
Postscript : We’ve been married almost a year.
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