Last Wednesday, the day I had the unexpected visit to the eye doctor, Gary had an issue with our new pharmacy refusing to fill his B-12 prescription. This led to an unfortunate conversation in which Gary almost simultaneously said both “STOP BEING A BABY ABOUT YOUR EYE” and “MOMMY TAKE CARE OF MY B-TWELF PWOBLEM l’M SICK.”
Later that day I was heading to the store after work, and instead of calling to ask, “Hey, want anything at the store” I called to say how we had not been very nice to each other that morning and we need to take time to support each other, and to that end, I wanted to know if he wanted to have me pick up anything for him at the store.
He started to laugh and confessed he was in the store’s parking lot walking back to his car with a full basket of groceries and was absolutely not going back in to get me anything.
I laughed too, somehow. Perhaps because it was a half-breakthrough: he fully knows now I feel the support is one-sided, even though on the other hand, nothing at all is going to change.