Wifey #2 started to have a minor meltdown about how I help her bathe. Which I've done every single day since she's lived here. Occasionally it really hits her that she's never going to walk again and she feels like she's nothing but a burden on me. I would do anything to help her. If she wore diapers, I'd change them. Not like I don't do that every day too.
"I can't even wipe my ass without your help. You must be disgusted every time you help me in the shower."
No. I'm not. It's not your fault this happened to you. And I don't care about using a sprayer to clean yer butt.
I love helping her get clean and smelling like roses. I love helping her. I love her. She's a gorgeous woman inside and out and she belongs to me. And who knows, someday many, many years from now I might have to change her diaper too.
You do things like that for people you love and you don't complain about it. Odd as it sounds, I really do love helping her shower.