Mr. Asshole

Hello gentle friends, if profanity offends you, please skip to another post.  You've been warned.

Give credit where credit is due:  the inspiration for this post came from my eldest sister Lisa Rainsong.

Calvin is in the hospital because he is dehydrated, had acute renal failure and is having a bad reaction to his new medications.  Today, I arrived to find him in restraints because he had been combative over the night.  I tried to be sweet, loving, supportive, hell - I even sang to him.

My husband was no longer there.  He was replaced by Mr. Asshole.  He will not eat.  He kicked a respiratory therapist so now he is in 4 point (hands and feet) restraints.  I spent part of the afternoon in tears, repeatedly apologizing to the staff and feeling like a failure.

I stumbled across this song.  I love my husband with all my heart.  I have given him 2 children and 28 years of my life but baby, this gem is for you:  Asshole

Love, your wife who is not a damn failure. See you in the morning, baby.