I love my husband. I think this post makes that abundantly clear, however I have something to say.
I do not hear it very often (in fact I can’t remember when I last heard it, so if you are trying to think about whether you said it to me you are probably safe *wink* ), but on the rare occasion people are just blown away that I met my husband AFTER my injury and they tell me how lucky I am and how wonderful he must be to have wanted to date and marry me.
Really?
That’s beyond insulting. Think about what you are saying if these words cross your lips.
I’m lucky that he would want me?
It may not be what you mean, but in my mind, that implies that I am less of a woman. Less of a PERSON, because I can’t use my legs.
Would you ever look at someone that was anorexic and tell her she’s lucky her husband wanted her because she’s too skinny? or a woman brunette she’s lucky her husband wanted her because she wasn’t blonde?
No, they aren’t exactly the same thing, but that is all it is to me.
I still cook. I still clean. I still drive. I still have sex. I still do EVERYTHING any other woman would do, so WHY should I feel LUCKY that I could “find” a man that would want me?
Again, I know this may not be what you mean or what you intend to imply but SAY what you mean… put your foot in your mouth over and over to explain what you mean because otherwise, this is what I assume.