In the early days after my diagnosis, I read an awful lot of literature about MS and relationships. The message was this: MS is an strain on relationships, and they generally don't survive it.
This appears to be the case in many marriages. Even in my own family, one spouse left the other because MS broke their family. Not a good outlook for me.
My father told me a few years ago that he held my husband in high esteem because he stayed with me after the diagnosis.
Naturally I couldn't leave well enough alone. One day I cornered RJ, and asked him why he stayed, knowing how it would turn out.
It may just be his recognition of my survival powers, but it is most certainly a testament to my Other that his answer was simple and instantaneous.
"Just thought I'd hang around and see how it all turns out."
Silly me. No one "knows" how it will turn out. The journey is just as important as the destination.
Sometimes he is so wise it scares me.