Apparently, that is all I am good for these days.
My hubby has taken to telling me repeatedly how disappointed he is in me over the last few days.
'You are old before your time.'
'You sound like an old lady.'
'You are turning into a hermit.'
'You sleep too much.'
'You never want to...'
Must be nice to be so 'perfect'.
Must be nice to bounce back so easily from being sick.
Must be nice to feel well enough to do whatever you want, whenever you want.
Must be nice to only get 'tired' some days, and not have 'fatigue'.
Must be nice to not have the weather affect your disease, oh wait, that's right, you don't have one.
Must be nice to think you saying these things doesn't cut me like a knife each time.
Must be nice.
I could use some prayers... thanks.