Friday love list: top reasons being married to a man with a BRAIN INJURY rocks!!!!
Friday love list: an idea created by Meg Fowler.
Life with my DH is never easy. He has a severe brain injury. But life is too short to stay serious about everything.More...
Top reasons why being married to a man with a severe brain injury rocks!
I love you Corky.
Life with my DH is never easy. He has a severe brain injury. But life is too short to stay serious about everything.More...
Top reasons why being married to a man with a severe brain injury rocks!
He never remembers what I did to piss him off so I'm never in the dog house.
Flip side: He never remembers what he did to piss me off so he's always in the dog house.
He always forgets my birthday, so I get extra lovin out of guilt which I gladly take.
I can buy that pair of shoes I saw last week by telling him he told me so.
He doesn't have to work so I get to spend all day with him. (Seriously I do like this one.)
He forgets which movies he's watched, and I'm a movie buff, so I get to watch them over and over without any hassles. (Thanks honey.)
If I forget something he can't say "Hey you forgot!) without me laughing so hard I pee myself, then paint him black and wait for his ass to whistle.
I get to side seat drive and navigate without guilt (it's great!)
I can change the date of our anniversary if I'm broke cause he won't remember when it is. (Actually that's one date he does remember --go figure.)
Unable to recall past events means he doesn't harbor guilt/resentment/anger/frustr ation/unhappiness/ which is very healthy. I hate him!
When he retells the same story over and over, it's always different because he doesn't always remember how it goes, so it's never boring. Bonus points there.
We get to ground the kids for doing nothing, because dad doesn't remember what they did, I wasn't there, and we watch the kids have a fit because it isn't fair. (it's fun for us) and after ten minutes we let them off the hook, but it's great to watch them rant a bit. (Sadistic I know.)
"I did the dishes last night, and cooked dinner!" Silently watch as hubby tries to recall. Sadly he walks to the kitchen to start scrubbing and I giggle. No dish pan hands for me! (Just kidding I think it's mean to make your husband do the dishes all the time. Mon-Sat is good enough, with time off on Sun.
He has no hang-ups that we each carry with us due to baggage from our past. This makes him reasonable / loving / attentive / sincere / a good listener / caring and the absolute best kinda man to spend the rest of my life with. I just hope when he's 80 he still remembers he married me.
Flip side: He never remembers what he did to piss me off so he's always in the dog house.
He always forgets my birthday, so I get extra lovin out of guilt which I gladly take.
He doesn't have to work so I get to spend all day with him. (Seriously I do like this one.)
He forgets which movies he's watched, and I'm a movie buff, so I get to watch them over and over without any hassles. (Thanks honey.)
If I forget something he can't say "Hey you forgot!) without me laughing so hard I pee myself, then paint him black and wait for his ass to whistle.
I get to side seat drive and navigate without guilt (it's great!)
I can change the date of our anniversary if I'm broke cause he won't remember when it is. (Actually that's one date he does remember --go figure.)
Unable to recall past events means he doesn't harbor guilt/resentment/anger/frustr ation/unhappiness/ which is very healthy. I hate him!
When he retells the same story over and over, it's always different because he doesn't always remember how it goes, so it's never boring. Bonus points there.
We get to ground the kids for doing nothing, because dad doesn't remember what they did, I wasn't there, and we watch the kids have a fit because it isn't fair. (it's fun for us) and after ten minutes we let them off the hook, but it's great to watch them rant a bit. (Sadistic I know.)
"I did the dishes last night, and cooked dinner!" Silently watch as hubby tries to recall. Sadly he walks to the kitchen to start scrubbing and I giggle. No dish pan hands for me! (Just kidding I think it's mean to make your husband do the dishes all the time. Mon-Sat is good enough, with time off on Sun.
He has no hang-ups that we each carry with us due to baggage from our past. This makes him reasonable / loving / attentive / sincere / a good listener / caring and the absolute best kinda man to spend the rest of my life with. I just hope when he's 80 he still remembers he married me.
I love you Corky.






















