Walk-in closet

I've just remembered what I did 6 years ago. And I'm not proud. I still feel guilty, but then guilt is guilt when you've purposely done something to harm someone else. As it was, I swear I never did it on purpose. I just wanted a walk-in closet. Too many clothes, too many shoes. My wardrobes were splitting at their seams. There was only one thing for it, to create a room which would actually house all of my apparel. And the word, or bi-word walk-in closet sounded tres tres chic. My nice Mister offered to help too. Ahh it was at the beginning of the relationship, he was so quick to please. He still is, but had I to mention a walk-in something again he'd walk out. Of that I'm certain. And I don't blame him one bit. So my walk-in closet was looking all so nice and pretty, I had red curtains made especially for the occasion. The trouble was that I wanted to hang a rod high up, almost next to the ceiling. So Mister obliged, and it was ready, just one more bolt for completion. I decided I was going to get a Diet Coke. That was when I heard a thud so loud I thought my floor had finally caved in. It hadn't, but my Mister was nowhere to be seen. Where the fuck was he? I mean he's a big man, why couldn't I see him? Worse, how the hell couldn't I hear him? Then I saw him lying down in the dust, and he wasn't moving. I just shook him, and madonna tal-hniena his shoulder was just swinging this way and that. It was obvious, he was also in pain. He just said, call someone, my shoulder, it hurts. Of course it hurt, it was dislocated. Me being me, I thought I'd just had a great idea so I said... oh honey why don't you go have a shower before, I mean you're full of dust'. His answer went *********************! Ok got it, no shower he was going to have to go to hospital as dusty as he was. I didn't yet know his brother-in-law was demented, so I figured, him being a nurse, I'd call him. He came in 5 minutes flat, together with his then wife, also a nurse. And they asked me for a scarf. Ok I could do that. So I took out a silk scarf and produced it. They took one look at it and said... don't you have anything which isn't silk? No I hadn't. What decent girl buys scarves if they're not silk? I'd given them my Versace scarf for God's sake. So they just wrapped up his arm and whisked him away to hospital. Two hours later they were back, with Mister and shoulder back in place. Apparently once in hospital, Mister thought he had become a celebrity. Everybody was looking at him. He also loved the fact that his brother had to push him uphill while in a wheelchair, he'd just got his own back on his brother by making him sweat. And it was an injured man thinking this.... He was so happy, until I realised that it was my Versace scarf which was getting the attention...Then began two weeks of Mister lapping up the attention. Since his shoulder was sore he couldn't do much. Also since he'd had a fall he'd injured his leg badly so he couldn't walk unaided. He was the perfect patient, meaning he was perfect at being injured. He couldn't even shower on his own, and my guess is that this was what he loved best of all. We laugh about it now, but there are still tell-tale signs on his leg and arm. My poor Mister, come to me qalbi... try that on any man, you'll be a big success.