This is great. You marry your high school sweetheart so in love. The years go by, the kids come along one by one. You work together diligently to raise these beautiful beings and at times you feel alone because Dad becomes the all being and they strive for his acceptance. You are the booboo fixer, the defender from all bulliies great and small and the ear for all sadness. Dad is the Man! Shoot through a few years and they are off into their own lives and you have now become keeper of the DAD. My loving high school sweetheart, father of my beloved children and neediest MF that ever lived. That's right you heard me, neediest MF that ever lived. So 6 days ago my darling tells me his boooley hurts; you know the diverticulits booooley. So I proceed to tell him for the next 6 days to get his sorry ass of the couch and drive the .04 miles to wallgreen and buy metamucil. But nooooo Mr. Macho is going to live through it. Riiiiiight so 6 days later he is crying on the couch and sharing with his kids how sick he is. Like Meghan in the Exorcist their evil heads turn towards me like I am the anti-parent and he is the christ child. Hello a grown man with a mother who is not me; Im the high school sweetheart. So here I am vilified by my children for not being I am not sure what and mister "I don't take care of myself" ready for sainthood. I just don't get it. Is this a cosmic joke. Please tell me cause I mean really!!!!!