My wife died in 2015. We were together 33 years, 22 days until she died of cancer. When she got very sick, she tried to convince me to "save myself" because she did not want to be a burden when she became bedridden. It told her that for over 30 years, I have considered myself unworthy of emptying and cleaning her bedpan because I have always been ugly. I told her, "You have no right to deny me the right to fulfill my vow to you to love and cherish you in sickness and in health." Had she ever betrayed me, I would have quietly left, and quietly drown myself. The only love I have ever known in my life came from her, and that includes my so called biological family.