Daily Prompt: The Glass

Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

The beauty of being married to your friend is that they can be brutally honest.  So when you’re having the worst cold ever, compounded by something that looks like an asthma attack, they’re going to tell you the truth.

“This is the worst I’ve ever seen you.”

And I tell myself each and every day how my glass is always half full – because at the end of the day, I’m with someone who’s going to tell me the god-awful truth about the way I look and still love me.

At least that’s what I’m thinking at this particular moment when the fever has yet to break, and I’m feeling a bit saner than I’ve ever been in the last three days, thanks to the meds.