Earlier today I managed to twist my knee to such an extent, I couldn’t bear weight. For the first time in my 18 years of knowing him, DP had To help me.. I’ve never been one to ask for help from him, I like to do things myself, even when I had norovirus, gastritis, I did everything myself, not for lack of him trying. I didn’t tell him straightaway, as last time this happened I managed to twist it back the right way, it didn’t work straight away this time and dd ran to get him. I feel stupid and a little embarrassed about him helping me, I’ve helped him through a broken leg and many other things but I just feel weird having him help me... I can’t be the only one that feels this way 😔