“What?” he asked. “What did you find? What’s wrong?”
“It’s a neurological condition, and he said that it might make it harder for me to walk in the future,” I swallowed, bracing myself.
My husband’s face froze, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw worry in his eyes. But then something shifted, a flash of something I’d never seen before. Disgust.
“Are you kidding me?” he scoffed, putting down his can on the coffee table. “Is this an attention thing, Emily?”
“No,” I said simply. We were both quiet for a while.
“So… you’re just… you’re going to be some invalid that I have to take care of? Push you around on a wheelchair?”
His words cut through me like a knife. I could barely believe what I was hearing.
“Tyler, I don’t know if it’ll be that bad. We can meet with the doctor together and find out more. We can see how long I have before I should expect symptoms.
I’m sure that there are treatments I can try…”
He held up his hand. “Stop, Emily,” he said. “I didn’t sign up to be anyone’s nurse.
“You’d leave me because I’m sick?” I asked, barely able to get the words out.
My voice sounded strange to me, hollow and unfamiliar. “Don’t twist this around on me,” he snapped. “You know what I mean.
I have needs too, Emily. I need a real partner. I’m not going to stick around just to take care of you.”
He went upstairs, and I didn’t see him for the rest of the night.
Instead, I went to the guest room and cried myself to sleep. Honestly, was this the man I married? Tyler had never disappointed me before, but this?Continue reading…