I think I'm beginning to feel resentment, big time. I have had it up to here (see me point to the top of my head).

I know I should be supportative, caring, understanding, blah, blah, blah. Don't misunderstand, we are life time partners and will be together until the end.

He has been in the hospital twice in the last 8 months with congestive heart failure. His body fills up with so much fluid his heart is impaired and can't pump oxygen so he can't breathe. Twice paramedics have rushed him to the hospital with lights and siren hoping they arrive in time.

Call me crazy (don't answer that) and maybe it's just a woman thing, but I know when I feel bloated. I know when I can't fit into my favorite pair of pants. I know when my feet and ankles are swollen. Appartenly this man hasn't a clue.

He is diabetic, has high blood pressure, his kidneys are not functioning properly and has survived surgery, radiation and chemotherapy from throat cancer. He's very lucky to be alive. I'm lucky he is here.

Sorry this is getting much to long.

It is just that he expects me to do everything. He works 8 hours a day I'll grant him that. And I know being a computer geek is hard work. Oh and he does play golf 2 times a week and bowls every Sat. night. Gee I wonder if he......never mind life never changes.

What is it they say....3 strikes and your out.....Hubby has already had 2.