All I am is me, nothing more, nothing less. But, what does he see, when he looks at me? Wife, or burden? Friend, or foe? Actions speak louder than words, and his actions are screaming at me daily. It is no longer fun coming home to me, these words came out of his mouth recently. Well, having a stroke, and all the changes it brought, has not been fun for me. But, being with him, is always fun to me. Through better or worse, in sickness, and health, till death do us part. I am still me, why can't he see me???????????