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My Family
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Straight Male / 44
if you are looking for an erotic sex story to beat your dick to, please scroll to the next entry. This is not it!! I have been married half my life. We were happy at one time and both said we married our best friend. We had children, boy and girl. While she was pregnant, she was labeled with gestational diabetes. She was able become normal after the first child, but not the 2nd. She was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. She resented that dianosis and refused treatment. She was fine for 10 years, and then developed a sore on her foot. She tried to treat herself, but waited to long to let anyone else know about the problem. Long story short, she ended up with an amputation below the knee.
Two years after that, the same thing happpened to the other foot, and had half of he foot amputated.
A year ago, she was experiencing headaches, but thought it had to do with seasonal allergies. It ended up being gloucoma and she ended up losing vision in one eye.
I have ALWAYS tried to be supportive of her, but she just refuses to take the medicine that will save her life. it is affecting the kids too, because their mother is unable to do what others do. It has made her a bitter person and is no longer even close to the person, I married.
I am tired of begging her to change her ways, but I am now to the point to let her disease take her, because apparently, that what she wants anyway.
I sometimes wonder, if I would remarry, after this experience of not.
Two years after that, the same thing happpened to the other foot, and had half of he foot amputated.
A year ago, she was experiencing headaches, but thought it had to do with seasonal allergies. It ended up being gloucoma and she ended up losing vision in one eye.
I have ALWAYS tried to be supportive of her, but she just refuses to take the medicine that will save her life. it is affecting the kids too, because their mother is unable to do what others do. It has made her a bitter person and is no longer even close to the person, I married.
I am tired of begging her to change her ways, but I am now to the point to let her disease take her, because apparently, that what she wants anyway.
I sometimes wonder, if I would remarry, after this experience of not.


