I met my husband in April 2002. We became friends instantly. He could walk (with a cane) then, and drive and really still enjoy life. As we became closer friends and I studied MS online more and more, I knew then, and told him, I would be with him and help take care of him for the rest of his life. I knew him Already far better than he knew himself. A year later, we were married and he was in a wheelchair. Just a bit more than a year ago, he was in a nursing home and I cannot get past the guilt. I cry on the inside everyday;I cry on the ouside almost every day and Nobody knows why.
I broke my promise to him!