He stayed patient with me. He never criticized me. He cherished me. When I just couldn't do something... he'd give me a hug, a big dopey grin, and say... well... no big deal, let's watch a funny movie.... or go do something else... and off we'd go. He'd make me laugh, and little by little, the confidence I had lost in myself began to grow again.
Sorry, I can't remember who it was, but to whoever said that first and also to the rest of you girls who agreed with it, thank you, thank you, thank you.
I think you've all just vocalised *exactly* what my wife needs me to hear.
