Do you ever feel fugly? (f….king + ugly.)
If you do, perhaps it goes like this. You wake up and your lids are puffed out from their sockets (why? are your eyeballs expanding?); the back of your hair is smashed flat while the front sticks up like Medusa; and alas, despite the rigorous tooth brushing and mouthwash gargling you endured last night, your mouth tastes of the garlic-breath meal you ate last night.
Fugly. How does your husband/wife/partner/children stand you? But somehow they do.
They might show it by being super pleased by your success, or just happy that you aren’t lying on the couch in a fetal position.
When you are in a fetal position, or running low on energy, or just plain broke, they might offer to run an errand for you, loan you their car, give you money, make a joke or find a movie to cheer you up. (Moonstruck please!)
They may even go so far as to tell you how lovely you are. Ah, what courage! What love!
What a beautiful, little lie meant to cheer you up.
Thank you loved ones! I hope I can return the sentiment soon….