My husband came up to me and told me to check his eye. He said he felt like there was something in it. I told him I didn’t see anything. I asked if he wanted me to put eye drops in to try to flush it out. He looked at me like I asked to scoop his eyeball out of his head.

I forgot about his intense fear of stuff going into his eye. Finally after a while he told me I could put the drops in. I go to put them in, like half a drop hits him, and he screams and runs across the bathroom and hides in the corner. I was laughing so hard! He looked like a little child hugging his towel (that he’d put on his chest so i wouldn’t get eyedrops on him 🙄). It’s been a while, and every time I think about him running to the corner I laugh!

Edited to add: For those of you who think I’m mean or a “bad wife”, he was laughing too. I was not making fun of him. I laughed because he looked like a little kid and it was cute. I hugged him to comfort him. He knows I love him and was trying to help him.