Part of what frustrated me so much is I have an autoimmune illness that set in during my late teens. After spending nearly allllll my 20s off and on sick and in and out of the hospital, I worked my ass off to figure out what would make me feel better so I could reclaim his life. I think I resented that he just...gave up.
We each have our own journey, and i no longer have to listen to him complain about his health!
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After spending nearly allllll my 20s off and on sick and in and out of the hospital, I worked my ass off to figure out what would make me feel better so I could reclaim his life.
Word. Same. Auto immune, worked to reclaim my life (still doing that). You have to make a choice to fight for your life. Seems to me like he didn’t just give up: he relied on you to do the work for him. To take care of him.
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