The smallest complaint
My wife was disabled when we met, but her condition has gotten much worse in those 15+ years. She's lost a lot of mobility and her fatigue is near constant. When she first moved in with me, she was the bug killer. She has her phobias, too, but creepy crawlies are not one of them. It got to the point where she'd hear me scream from the other room and come in with a paper towel or a shoe to kill the thing. Now, I know that my shrieks are just for myself. I do still jump at bugs and spiders but I am slowly learning to deal with them myself without needing to take a shower, vacuum the bedsheets, or scream at the top of my lungs. I didn't WANT to get over this fear. I loved that it was a small way she could take care of me, when so much of our relationship is me taking care of her. Signed, Just killed something with many many legs in the bathtub using the handle of the fascia blaster she bought for pain relief and has never once used