Setting: it’s 10:30 in the morning The husband woke up surprisingly early this morning. I asked him how much he weighed today. (Congestive Heart failure daily interrogation part one) we had a brief discussion where he, for the fifth time, couldn’t understand how he had gained a few pounds (two nights of takeout in a row) When I explain it to him he recognizes that I’ve told him this before. Every time it’s the same. He knows he is forgetting things.
He puts on a tv marathon of ER. Im not paying attention but am vaguely aware that someone on the show is having their eye opening spirit purpose of life discovery moment. Husband turns towards me, I look up, he looks solemn.
Husband: I’m kind of a waste of life, aren’t I?
Me: uh uh uh . (Thinking:holy fuck! What is the right thing to say??)
Husband: turns back towards the television.
Me: . Are you feeling down?
Husband: SHRUG. Maybe.
Me: Are you taking responsibility for your poor health?
Husband: probably not.
Me: .......... (insert sad emoji followed by angry emoji)
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