Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Unfair

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. 

1 comment:

Jay said...

I love you, sweetheart! What started as a four paragraph comment turned into a four hour+ post on my site.