Hurting for him.

I am hurting for him, that seems to be the story of my life, not much of this has been my own hurt, well some has, but I question the legitimacy of it because in comparison my problems are trivial, and stem from the way I feel about him. Are you still following ?I almost lost myself on that one. I just wish I could take away all his pain, I don't want to change the past because a lot of wonderful things have ironically come from the suffering, but to take away his pain. The look I saw on my husbands face last night when my son walked into the room and asked questions about his catheter supplies was the look I saw when he found out he could no longer stay in the army, it was a gut wrenching pain, but more than that it shattered his pride. He, as we all do, desires to be a good person, to be an example to his family, to be strong, and never fail, he holds himself to a very high standard, and sometimes that works against him more than it helps. I wish I could make him realize that even though he has TBI, and PTSD, and COPD, and Hearing Loss, and Vision Problems, AND the rest of all this mess, he is still MY husband, Nate and Kynlee's Daddy, OUR HERO, we are so proud of everything, and his battle wounds make us that much more proud. He has to come to terms with that, I hope someday he will.

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