Useless fights -- TBD

Dean was having one of his bad nights again and it was really starting to wear on me and him.  I heard him struggling to get himself around for bed and I knew he hated when I jumped in to help him, but I hated hearing him ight so hard to get what he needed.  I bit my lip and stood up.  "Dean, honey, are you alright?" I asked.  Our relationship was strained to say the least these past few weeks.  I knew we were going to end up fighting one of these days soon, but I wanted to try to not have a blow out fight that wold leave me in tears and Dean in mor epain than he already was.  We have had these fights before... and it was all the same things repeated over and over again.

I heard Addison call out for me and I felt my level of frustration multiply tenfold.  "I'm fine," I said to her tersely.  She knew how much I hated getting help.  My body just was not listening to me -- which was the normal for me now -- and I did not enjoy being like this at all.  And she knew that.  And that was why I was so angry all the time.

I knew that tone.  I was not going to put up with it.  I walked into the the other room where he was.  "Honey... you've done a lot today.  Here, let me help," I said to him, wanting to be nice.  I braced myself for the worst, though, because that always happened these days.

I turned and looked at my wife and clenched my jaw, trying not to yell at her.  "I can do more than just what physical therapy thinks I can," I spat at her, though I really was pushing it quite a bit.

I took a deep breath, but was not just going to let Dean keep pushing himself like this.  It would end up hurting him more than helping him.  "Dean, I'm putting my foot down now.  This is enough for today," I said to him simply, crossing my arms and looking sternly at him... sort of like I did like with the kids.

I stopped and looked at Addison.  "Excuse me?" I asked.  She was not using the kid voice on me.  I was not going to deal wiht that.

I took a deep breath, preparing to stand my ground.  "You heard me, Dean," I said to him, going to help him despite his protests.  "This is enough for today.  If you push yourself too far... it will not end well for you, either."  I really hoped he would realize that one day.

"Addison, you know to leave me be when I am doing things," I said to her, my tone warning her to back down.  I did not want to fight... again.  It would not end well.  We both tended to say things that we might not mean during those arguments.

I clenched my jaw and sighed.  I was not going to back down on this.  it would not be okay for him to continue doing this... it would be bad for him.  I took a step towards him, putting a gentle hand on his arm. "Dean, you know Lily told you to take it easy when doing your physical therapy exercises, even at home," I said to him as carefully as I could.

I stopped and looked up at Addison.  "Just let me be.  Please," I said to her, trying not to copletely freak otu on her.  Ihated when she tried to control what I did.

I shook my head.  "You're coming to bed," I told him simply.  "And if you don't, you know Lily adn Chloe will be able to tell with your physical therapy.  So just do yourself a favor and listen to me."  I was getting rather short with him because I was tired of this fight all the time.  It was the same thing all the time.

Was she really taking that tone with me?  I chose to ignore her, thinking it best than to yell back at her, and continued to try to do some exercises, though I was failing at them.  It was just because she was getting me all worked up.

I hated when he just up and ignored me like that.  I glared at him and started to get in his way to get him to stop and come to be.  "Dean, seriously," I said to him, unsure o fhow to really get him to stop.  He was so bloody stubborn.

I raised my eyebrows at her sarcastically -- if that were even possible. "Oh, seriously?" I asked, rolling my eyes.  "Just go to bed.  I'll be there when I'm finished."  She did not need to treat me like a child.

I closed my eyes and counted to ten.  Practically the way I did when I was frustrated with the kids.  I opened them and I saw Dean being extremely hardheaded.  "Fine," I said, throwing my hands up in defeat.  "I'm done with all this, Dean.  I can't handle you like this anymore."