2 posts in one day is a lot considering how far I go between posts sometimes, but this is important.
3 years ago, my boyfriend was in a terrible motorcycle wreck. The kind where they doubted he would make it, when that surprised them thy doubted he would function normally again, and then he received a miracle and is a normal person for the most part these days. The kind where I had to think that I might lose him. It was bad news for days.
Anyways, three years later he has come so far that it's amazing. He only has a few problems that bother him still, like achey knees from surgeries and a left arm that is a little weak. (His left arm was injured from wrist to shoulder with lots of nerve damage and had multiple surgeries on his wrist as well as metal bars sticking out from his arm that held his arm in place from wrist to shoulder for months.)
So tonight I sat here and cut his right hand fingernails for him, like I have plenty of times over the last few years, because his left hand is too weak/not steady enough to do it himself. Some times he can do it on his own, some times he gets half way and I finish and others I do it all. As I tried to cut them to his liking tonight, I thought to myself "Who else would I sit here and do this for? What other adult would I willingly do this task for?" It doesn't matter what he needed, I would gladly help him. He is stubborn to the point where he will take as long as it takes to do a task for himself, no matter how hard his small limitations make it. But on the slight chance that he asks for help, I am there. Whether he needs his fingernails cut or he needs a shoe tied because his knees ache more than usual.
He is such a strong man and I love him. For all his strength.
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