When something pushes you over the edge, insanity reigns

Where to start? Once upon a time a princess met a prince briefly, actually on November 14th 1975. She would see him again on 11/21 at a party and somehow looks and chemistry and guitars would play a large role in the fate that shaped for these two characters in the great book of life. He would re-arrange his life out of a relationship that held no depth for him, and they would start over fresh. The prince worked as a glazier for a glass company, but really wanted to become a carpenter like Joseph and Jesus, he liked working with his beautiful hands, so he signed up to put himself through carpentry school until his schooling reached a point where he could work at home building with a few days a month for school. They would study together, learn more math together, and dream together. The princess and the prince got married in 02/1977 ("he was not the marrying type"). Their story is lengthy, with rocks and rolls throughout the years, some Godly smacks, some Godly kisses blown their way, I will not bore you with those recounts now, I will move on to the story line of mind. He built homes for 18 years of his adult life, he fell off roofs, he fell off work piles, eventually a fellow carpenter dropped a wall on him, around 1996 his back gave out, his bottom 3 disc had collapsed, and he needed surgery, his legs were numb up to his waist, a micro surgery was done to get the disc shaved and off of his spinal nerve, fun of all funs the doctor who argued with me about taking pre-surgery blood samples "it's not needed with so simple of a surgery, there is very little bleeding involved" was one of the wrongest assholes of our medical life, my prince went into a thyroid storm on the operating table, not of these ass wipes could understand what was happening as they struggled to stabilize him and in the next 4 months he would drop from 177 lbs down to 135 lbs, specialists consulted, back doctor re-consulted "no no it couldn't have to do with the back surgery", it was our own simple Dr. MD, DO. that asked a simple question of thyroid background and family history that allowed a simple test to be done, he was diagnosed with Acute Graves Disease, Acute in that he was dying slowly, they gave him a radium drink to kill off what was left of this hyper thyroid inherited from a maternal auntie though a rare condition for men, and it would make him hypo-thyroid and in need of daily meds for ever after to mock what a thyroid does for the body although changing his personality somewhat more somber and serious from who we'd been when we met, he was alive and regained some weight through time. Post back surgery it had been squared that the prince would work for a builder as a superintendent, and there were all types of supers, he worked his way up the super ladder one rung at a time, until he was what I called the Super-Super, and it was a job that usually spare his back from the old impacting carpenter lifestyle. This job lasted him near another 18 years until the economy collapse that entire industry. When he worked for that last company, he had an employee who reported to him, and in this economy they've reversed roles, with my man now reporting to the other for this seasonal, warm weather only job. It is the other that brings the wraith of Kath into play. Last summer was as a supervisor, some hard manual work involved, but spaced. This year it's been mostly hard labor, of roofing, siding, and replacement windows, we've done it all here together as a family so I know what is fully involved, my husband does this for the love of his family much like John Coffey sighted in the " Green Mile" (Stephen King's thriller), but friday night he came home looking unusually bad, and I come to find that this person's latest brain storm involves digging holes in a septic field, I'd like you to imagine how that would feel on your spine and legs after 8 hours, now throw into the mix how much stone is in a septic field, and if you've ever done digging you'll know that stone laden dirt is much harder to dig through than plan earth. The air colored with my same words my Dad said, and all of them were swears, turning the air blue my Ma would say, I told him if I had an address life as this man knows it would be altered. There is a big difference between a man who does you a favor, when deck has been re-stacked, and someone who seeks to break you, and therein lies the difference of my friday nite rage. Some Karma is needed here. And so I rub a tire and brutalized body with Oil of Oregano & Olive Oil, and I race ahead of him on cleaning the house the next day as he is usually the dynamo, and seek to give him free time to rest. I've told him he doesn't need to go back I would rather decline than see him go back. He won't listen cause he does it for the love of his family.