01-13-2011, 06:01 PM
I have a friend who once called her then fiancee to walk her to her car after a cooking class. It was early evening and she was skeered. She was horrified when I went away for trips without my husband--said she couldn't imagine spending one night apart from her husband, blah, blah.
In a strange/sad twist of fate, he's not yet 50 and is reaching the end of a battle with Lou Gehrig's disease. She's had to bathe him, help him to the toilet, take over managing their finances etc. etc. To her credit, she's risen to her responsibilities. I doubt she'll ever "need" a man to walk her to her car again. I certainly hope not.
In a strange/sad twist of fate, he's not yet 50 and is reaching the end of a battle with Lou Gehrig's disease. She's had to bathe him, help him to the toilet, take over managing their finances etc. etc. To her credit, she's risen to her responsibilities. I doubt she'll ever "need" a man to walk her to her car again. I certainly hope not.
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