Man, do I love my husband. He is a wonderful, loving man. He is very good to me, he is kind and supportive. He is such a great fit or me. We share a silly and sometimes twisted sense of humor. We get along so well.
When I met him, he had been a quadriplegic for a little more than six years and now it's been about 13.5 years. He is an upbeat guy. If anyone has the right to wallow in self pity at times, I would say it's him. But he doesn't, well not too often, and not publicly. When I met him, I immediately appreciated his positive attitude and outlook on life. We make a great pair. I don't mind helping him with little things, when he needs it, and looks after me in any and every way he can. Man, I love him.
I must admit, though, that there are times that I just feel like screaming out loud at the injustice of his injury. I know it was an accident, and it is done, and can't be changed, but it sure does suck sometimes. I don't think that anyone deserves to be hurt, but I have to say I have a little less compassion for the people with spinal cord injuries that were a result of drinking and driving. I am sure those people have learned their lesson, and in the circumstances I am aware of, no one else was hurt or killed, but Jason's injury was a plain old accident. I don't know what I am trying to say......I just feel sad when I see Jason frustrated by his limitations.