I should have known that something was wrong years ago, when I told him I had skin cancer, and he said nothing. I had to make him hold me.
When I fell down the stairs and broke my leg in 3 places years ago, he didn't come to the hospital because "I was dead anyhow".
But since he has had to stop working due to FTD and losing his license, I have seen moments of empathy. Putting his hand on my shoulder when I cried one day. Asking if I slept well.
Just moments, but still...
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