My husband messaged me today from work. I don't know how I feel about this, or what to even say.
When I say that I wish I can help you, it's because I feel like you are in a box. A box filled with levers and switches that change function randomly. I am outside this box, and occasionally you'll hit a button that'll open a window of a hole in this box where I can see you or touch you. Other times, a switch will cause something to hit me. I know you are trying to get out and doing what you can, and that when you do hurt me, it's not intentional. I yearn for the day the box will fall away, and I can see my strong and beautiful wife again.
When I say that I wish I can help you, it's because I feel like you are in a box. A box filled with levers and switches that change function randomly. I am outside this box, and occasionally you'll hit a button that'll open a window of a hole in this box where I can see you or touch you. Other times, a switch will cause something to hit me. I know you are trying to get out and doing what you can, and that when you do hurt me, it's not intentional. I yearn for the day the box will fall away, and I can see my strong and beautiful wife again.