Friday, August 16, 2013
Five Minute Friday-Small
My husband is five foot nine, and I am only five foot. But, I have always felt like his equal. Together, we were a united couple, facing the world together. The ups, downs, and the in between times. But, I had a stroke September 2011, and I suddenly became very small. Not outwardly small, but inwardly. Physically, I know my body has experienced some changes, and of course, emotionally. But, I am still me, and always will be. But, in my husbands eyes, mind, and sadly, his heart, he does not see me as his wife any more. He treats me as if I am some small, insignificant, troublesome part of his life. Each time he yells at me, curses me, reminds me over, and over of all the things I am incapable of doing, I become smaller and smaller. I feel like the incredible shrinking woman. When he truly is fed up with me, then he just ignores me. He is here with me, but yet I am alone. The more he isolates me, the smaller he knows I will become, until finally I disappear. Is that what he wants?