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The Bad Breath of My Husband
Bad breath. It smells bad. Most of the time, I wouldn't be one to complain. I love my husband more than life itself, after all. I need him to survive. He's what I breathe.
But the way I show love is by kissing! I kiss him all the time.
I've bought a lot of different kinds of toothpaste and mouthwash. Those little things that make it easy to clean. He hasn't even touched them yet.
To be fair, he has been a little down lately. He hasn't got out of bed in a week. He smells a little bad. It wasn't just his breath. As a nurse, I know how to give sponge baths, so I did that to him.
I try to make him feel better. I always tell him how much I love and care about him. But he doesn't pay attention to me. He hasn't talked to me at all this week, to be honest. He wouldn't say anything to me.
I have to deal with the bad smell first because I can't handle everything else at once.
Monica, my sister, called. She cleans teeth for a living. I ask her to check things out for my husband quickly.
She checks to see if everything is okay. I want to know why. She says this because my husband hasn't worked in a week. What makes her know that? I don't even ask. Just tell her to come over.
