It's my fault?

Damn!

Okay, so I was thinking over the weekend...my husband is getting on my last nerve. Why can't he just leave me alone? Seriously, can't I do anything by myself? I don't always want you to go to the craft store with me - too much pressure to hurry up. I don't want you to go to the book store w/me for the same reason. I mean, I love you man but give me a break!!! Yesterday as I was saying all this out loud, I worked through it and figured out what MY problem is. My man seems to be kind of clingy...ever since the removal of the big ugly word. Huh? Ohhhhhh, I get it now! And now I feel like such a witch! He isn't being clingy or needy, he actually just wants to be around me because he's so happy he's not dying! Imagine, wanting to be around me?! And I was ticked off at him for being such a pest. Shame on me.
He talks a lot about the physical aspects of cancer and his recovery but not really so much about the emotional aspects. I get the happy to be alive thing, but it's the other little things I haven't thought about.