Most people, when they live with someone who’s sick, will ask that person how they’re feeling. If the person comments on how high their blood sugar is, they don’t reply, “I don’t know what you want me to do about it.” Uh, if it gets too high, perhaps drive me to the ER before I DIE.
Most people, when they live with someone who’s sick, and they are going out to get themselves dinner, will ask the sick person if they can bring them something back? Or maybe just ask if the sick person has anything to eat. They don’t just say in a cavalier manner that they are going out to dinner, bye.
So . . . I guess I realize from how I’m being treated while I’m really, really sick that the person who isn’t sick doesn’t really love me at all.