I don't often respond to tabloid news here on EndoBlog, but I feel I can't let this one go unmentioned.
Our national pride and joy, the squirrel cacao snail baron, has declared that marriage ends when women give birth. According to him, stretched skin and a few extra kilos make men want to eat fresh meat, and it is the responsibility of the women who give birth to the many poor children who are raised in 'orphaned', broken homes, because the damn women, wives, are not self-indulgent.
but even though she was parading around with a flat belly five minutes after giving birth, daddy still couldn't tie a knot in that particular hollow body part of hers - and I don't mean (just) her brain.
Somewhere after the heart surgery, before the spine surgery, the healthy lifestyle and lifestyle guru businessman just had a little extra time and energy for what a man's got to have.
So maybe it's not about those few kilos? Can the naked, muscle-bound, fitness-crazed wife be lured in?
Before we pigeonhole the Hungarian man as a foolish instinct based on our little friend's collected sentences, let me tell you about someone.
There is a guy.
It's when you're bleeding from places you shouldn't be.
It's when you're hunched over the toilet in pain.
It's there when you're sobbing because you've tried for the first time in weeks, but intimacy has gone into spasms again. He holds you tightly as you fall asleep.
It's there when the doctor shakes his head sadly, no, no heart sound, no heart sound again, sorry.
There he is, holding your hand while you cry out.
There she is late at night, dead tired, but reading the endometriosis encyclopaedia so that she can understand it so that she can help.
There he is on your fourth operation, bobbing awkwardly outside the operating theatre. He waits until the door closes behind you so you don't see him crying, because he doesn't want to burden you with his pain.
He's there every day while you're in hospital, wishing he'd have surgery instead - no, not because you're going to get another cut on your perfectly good belly, but so he can take a dose of your suffering.
It's there when you're wet from fetal injections, it's there when you're having mood swings, it's there when your hands are yellow from the blood thinners and it's there when you can't take the shot anymore - your hands are shaking, but it's there.
She looks beautiful in a hospital gown, hello kittys plush slippers and wants nothing more than to finally see some skin stretch on your belly so you can laugh and laugh at your belly still flabby for a few weeks after giving birth.
I wish nothing more for you than to hold in your hands the belly fluttering little miracle that you have fought for so long, in true love, as a team.
Well, that's who I wanted to introduce you to - but if you look to the side now, you'll see him snuggled up next to you. 
Sorry, Fitnesszmami, but not every Hungarian guy is a born s@gghead. You just made the wrong choice this time - but it's never too late to correct it.
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