Ok, I have breast cancer and my husband keeps telling me how good of care he is taking of me all the time. He does all the cooking in the house usually when he is here, I just wanted to explain that. It is because HE wants it that way and I am fine with that. He told me last night that he would cook bacon and eggs for me this morning, but when he got up this morning, he went right to his computer to play games and do whatever. So, I cooked my own bacon and eggs. The problem that I have that bothers me so much is about an hour later when his 18 year old son got up out of bed, the first thing out of my husbands mouth was "Do you want me to make you some breakfast?" The kid says "sure, I could go for an egg sandwich." So, as fast as he could get it made(and with the leftover bacon that I had made) the son had his breakfast in no time at all.This hurts me because I am the sick one in the house and he tells me how good he takes care of me, but then he only makes sure that his spoiled, lazy son got something to eat. For 1 thing, I don't feel that my husband should have to keep telling me that he is taking good care of me. I should feel that, right? And I do, until his kids are around, then I don't feel very special to him anymore. It's a sad situation that hurts and makes me wonder sometimes. I know this sounds silly, getting upset over breakfast, but I am just venting my feelings so I can try to get it off my mind a little. Friday night I was trying to tell my husband the results of my doctors appointment and the son walks in and my husband just shunned me away and started talking to him about buying him more pants for school. Then they went outside on the step and talked for about 20 minutes. I was told to wait. Why couldn't his son have waited until I got done talking to my husband about my doctors appointment? Just once, why can't I come first? Anyway, my husband and I had words for quite awhile about that one. He wonders why I get upset, can't he figure it out?
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