I told my husband that I was sick and I was in danger of stopping walking – He left me immediately, not knowing how much he was going to regret him soon.

"I went to the doctor last week, and we did some tests. I didn't feel well, but I couldn't know what was wrong. I went back to Dr. Duncan today, and we found something. ”

"What? ", he asked. "What did you find?" What's wrong? ”

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“It’s a neurological disease, and he said it could make my walking more difficult in the future,” I said.

"Butlinary, I might not be able to walk at all. ”

My husband's face froze, and for a brief moment I thought I read anxiety in his eyes. Then something changed, a flash of something I'd never seen before.

Disgust.

"Do you make fun of me?" ," he said to himself, placing his can on the coffee table. "Is it a matter of attention, Emily?" ”

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"No," I just said.

We both remained silent for a while.

"So... it's true... you're going to be a kind of invalid that I'm going to have to deal with?" Get you pushed into a wheelchair? ”

His words pierced me like a knife. I had a hard time believing what I heard.

"Tyler, I don't know if it's going to be so bad. We can meet the doctor together and find out more. We will be able to see how long I have to wait for symptoms before I have to wait for symptoms. I'm sure there are some treatments that I can try..."

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He raised his hand.

"Stop, Emily," he said. "I didn't sign up to be anyone's nurse. I married someone who was amusing and dynamic. A woman dancing in bars and pubs until closing time. I didn't marry anyone who's going to sit at home all day. ”

"Would you leave me because I'm sick?" I asked, barely able to take out the words.

My voice seemed strange to me, hollow and unknown.

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