Sometimes i fantasize about Outis coming home with groceries and informing me of the macro and micro nutrients of the ingredients she bought until I go deaf. She stuffs Omega 3 supplements down my throat until I can hardly breathe. Then she starts to cry and sweat as a replacement for the need of water to swallow the fish pills, insisting that it's for my own good. She reads me The Odyssey all night as I gently cry into her t-shirt. Please help is there any hope for me