I have a very good extended family. They are there for me and each other.

But its my own husband that doesn't always understand what support and understanding is. He doesn't know how to be there for you, or to support you sometimes. But I really should have realized when I married him that I couldn't change him. This is the kind of family he is from.

I have to admit, I've changed lots of the ways of his family. But it seems I haven't changed lots of the ways he thinks. I don't seem to have changed lots of the really strongly grown ways either.

I also never realized that it would mean so much to me. I grew up with a very stron knit family. Even though I was a personal loner, because of my
medical things it seemed I had as a kid. Which are not anything compared
to now.


Life just changes sometimes.

I am so proud though, that I learned something from my childhood. To pass on to each of my son's. And that is to really not let their disabilities stop
them.

They each are reaching their personal goals, and in some ways showing
their dad that they are worth more than he thought they would be worth.


I love my husband, but at many times I don't understand him, or like him.

DOes that make sense.

Donna