I remember my t calling me and saying, "I know you are angry with me." I was, about how he was handling my husband's illness at that particular moment. I acknowledged that we were going to have to agree to disagree at that moment. He knew I did not like what he was doing; however, he was equally certain he was doing all that could be done at that moment. And he was. It was just such a helpless feeling at the time. Otherwise, we really don't have disagreements. If we do, we discuss them and move on, but that is pretty rare.