Description
He is 27, crippled, bed ridden and helpless. He is depressed and feels like a waste of space, has had multiple strokes within a year that has disabled him completely and he is the man I love, my husband on a wheelchair. For only a little while. On this I strongly believe.. There is nothing I pray for more than his recovery. -------- "Babe..I am sorry" Ryan said as a tear escaped his eyes while he was laying on the bed. "Shh...sweetheart, what are you sorry for?" He shook his head and motioned his head towards himself, eyes filled with frustration and hatred. "This, aren't you tiered of this? I'm not the same old Ryan whom you fell in love with, I can't do anything for you and our daughter. I am pathetic and your stuck with..."I kissed him before he finished whatever he wanted to say. I didn't want to hear the rest. " You are still the Ryan I fell in love with, your the husband I will always cherish, and no, I am not tiered of any of this. I am happy with you no matter how you are. I want to be there for you always and forever. There is something beyond love, and I feel that for you."
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