4.18.16 He is what it is.

You know, he just does what needs to be done. As well as he can. 
He doesn't blow out or crumple in hopelessness or blame others 
or go on about ' Why me?'
He doesn't go off and do wild bad-for-you-things that he knows don't help. 
Or evade responsibility or screw around or make believe some fantasy is about to come true .

Or go on about how unfair life has been only to him or rue how he never won mega bucks and how everything woulda been ok then, if only he did.
Sometimes when you're lovers or best friends or sisters or neighbors or marrieds or flat mates or co-workers or family or out with someone at sea, you need to remember the effort that one person is making . 
You need to try just for a second to imagine what it's like to be them.

Every once in awhile a list comes to mind, a different one each time. 
As I drive or fall asleep or sit outside with him, holding hands.
Of all the pain-in-the-ass ways he could be needing to be , just to manage . 
Of his dignity and determination and consideration and strength.