But I got a glimpse of how very lucky I am to have a husband like I do.
My friend's daughter has been very sick. She caught pneumonia and was in the children's hospital for an entire week recovering. My friend, not quite a single mother, didn't leave the hospital the entire time. Her husband has been fighting to save their marriage after my friend decided she was done. His actions didn't match his words, and she was ready to move on. To help her, I've been checking on the cat, dropped by the hospital once for a visit (tried to go another time, but it's been a fast moving week).
And despite his efforts to pull it together, I'm so glad my husband is better than that.
Her front steps were not shoveled, nor was her driveway. He wasn't checking on the cat at all, I needed to go feed the cat daily. He may have offered to take over at the hospital, I wasn't there, but she never felt like she could take a break, he wasn't an equal parent. Simply put, he wasn't the kind of partner my husband is to me.
It was a glimple of living on your own. Of being responsible for everything. Of not having someone to help deal with the ice, or move the food from the refrigerator into the freezer. Not having someone you can trust your children with for a while, while you take a shower or run outside for some fresh air or some coffee.
So, my marriage might not be perfect (I suppose very few are) but it's a good marriage, to a good man, who I am extremely grateful to have found.
