On March 9, 2011 my husband of ten years was in a motorcycle accident. He was traveling at about 60-70 mph when the motorcycle he was on hit the curb and then a light pole and he was thrown off the bike approximately 150 feet. It was his brother's motorcycle with bad tires.

He was in the ICU for 4 days, then the Neuro Trauma Unit for another 4 days then transfered as an in-patient to a Rehab facility until March 31, 2011. I spent every day and night at his side until we left the Rehab facility together.

Tomorrow will mark 6 weeks since the accident and he seems to be getting better each day. His memory is getting better & I notice that he remembers us and our fights more than the good times. He remembers things like a jig- saw puzzle (in pieces, and not quite in order). He is very easily agitated and distracted by sudden noise. He is quick to yell at the kids and me.

He used to love me/us so very much and I feel like he hates me more than ever.

The saddest thing about all this is that we were separated before the accident.

On the Sunday before the accident (3/6/2011) he asked me to go on a date with him. We went to the movies and ate dinner at our favorite restaurant. He asked me to forgive him and for us to start all over. I insisted we take it slow. He came back over for dinner on Monday night. I cooked his favorite, chicken marasala and he brought my favorite wine. On Tuesday night we went and got a pedicure together and then we went to our 7 year old son's literacy night at his school, where he read a book he illustrated. When I came out he wasn't there so I thought he left. My son and I went to KFC to get us some dinner and he texted me asking where we were. I told him I thought he left. He came to KFC while we were in the drive thru. It was then I saw my husband of ten years for the last time before his accident. I didn't kiss him good-bye or told him how much I loved him.

On Wednesday morning, I got a terrifying call from his chief that he was in a motocycle accident and was in critical but stable condition in the ICU.

When I finally got to see him that morning. He was on a ventilator, tape all over his face. His ankle was broken. He had badly bruised his lungs and had two broken ribs. He also had some swelling and bleeding in the brain but surgery was not required. He was heavely sedated and all I could do was cry and beg God to please give us a second chance.

I have been through so much these pass 6 weeks. His family have been ruthless in all of this. Thank God Texas is all about the WIFE...

I have felt like crawling in a hole and just dying on some occasssions, but yet I have pushed and passed through it.

I know there are more women just like me who have had to deal with this very same thing. Please help me through this very tough time and tell me he will soon come back to me...