We have had the conversation before Sip.... You have endured something I don't think I could. All the things I go though with my wife, do not touch what you had to endure. No where close. I am glad you have found comfort in sharing your story, it helps with inner peace and some closure for the pain.
My entry:
Chelsea, my wife was diagnosed with endometriosis and poly cystic ovaries and her OBGYN stated that she had slim chances to getting pregnant. So we began to try, and my wife told me that I could have a fish tank if and when we got pregnant. It took almost a year but early December 05 she found out she was pregnant. I got my tank December 12 of 2005, it was a 24 gallon JBJ tank. Over the next 8 months I was able to get my 24 gallon running sufficiently. The birth of my son borough on new responsibilities and my new tank was left to fend for its self and a chicken nugget in my salt water, water change water, that I was told by him when he did it, he ran to me and said "Were da chin nugut go?", as he was only 1 and a half, and had thrown his chicken nugget in there. I gave up on any maintenance and let it just run unattended.
Fast forward to 2008, Micah, my son was able to speak a little better, walked up to the tank and pointed at it. Looked at me. I walked over and looked at my tank that just had a circulation pump running, half filled up, no light on and very filled with green hair algae. I said to him "Fish Tank!" He looked at me puzzled, and mumbled "Where da nemo at?"
It was hard for me, it made me cry. It was like I had let everything go to do all I could for him, but he wanted a simple enjoyment, a nemo.
I have since gotten the 24 gallon running, been through HIS 55 gallon, to a shared 90g by him and his sister Maili.