When Love Makes Her Sick

Sophia was the love of my life, but my affection literally made her sick.

For three agonizing years, every "I love you," every tender touch, brought on nausea, paleness, and a mad dash to the bathroom.

I tried everything-different cologne, a changed diet-but the only trigger was my unwavering love for her.

I was living in a special kind of hell, believing my love was her poison.

The final straw: our third anniversary. I planned a romantic evening, hoping things had changed.

But when I whispered, "I love you," she ran, violently retching in the bathroom.