I will also throw in, H did suggest a walk on Sunday, or at least I think he did but maybe not (complicated.) We went and H wore loafers and blistered his toes. I noticed and asked before we got far but he said they would be fine. He canceled his racquetball plans on Monday because his feet hurt, wore bandages on his toes all day, limped around in pain. It makes me feel bad. I know I'm not responsible for picking his shoes, but it still bothers me. Like when someone invites someone else to do something and that person gets seriously hurt or killed, the person still feels bad even though they aren't directly responsible for the other person's injury or death.
It taints the enjoyment of the experience. I think that's normal.
How do I bypass that feeling without feeling heartless instead in order to want to go for a walk with him again? Blistered toes aren't a life-threatening injury, but neither is walking together a life-sustaining activity. Asking him to wear athletic shoes next time would be trying to change *him*. How do I change me so that it doesn't bother me?
