So, here I sit, trying my hardest to not move. I can hear Andrew in the room rustling around cleaning up, and putting things away. Its killing me. I cant get up and do anything. I mean, I could, but the look in his eyes when I was sitting there on the bed folding Jeans; he asked me to let him do it and for me to go do my homework. He started rubbing my legs, but I knew that would put me to sleep.
What could I do?
Its not that I don't want to do it, I want to do everything for him, I dont want him to have to worry about anything. I love running his bath water, I love cooking him dinner, I love knowing the look on his face when he searches for something to drink, just so I can jump up and get it for him.
But, here I sit...
I know he loves me, and I know he wants what is best for he and I and our family, So I will give that to him. This decision is his. I just hope that sometime soon, my doctors will be able to give me something to help me enought to make this pain go away.
As much as I love him, and trust that he will make the right decisions for both os us, it hurts me to know I cannot do the things I should be doing...
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