On those good days, our relationship is joyful. But on our bad days, the pain is unparalleled. I hate your brutal honesty, and how you hold nothing back from me.
It's that ever-unanswered paradox — how can something that gives me such pleasure also cause so much pain? How is it that the body you shape is the same one you hurt?
Although the doctor reassures me this is just "a bump in the road," it's a foreshadowing of the uncertain future ahead of us.