I love him even though his snoring wakes me up every morning.
Argh...
I don't hear you! I can't hear you!
Ok, ok... I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
(laughter)
I can't go back to sleep now that you woke me up. Oh God!
Boom!
Food Network says you should only put one item in your eggs.
But Louie likes everything in them because it's how his mom made them.
He calls it "eggs with everything."
because my mom told me that a man with dirty clothes is a man that's not loved by his wife.
Yeah, I know it's old-fashioned.
But now his whites are always white, and all his co-workers will know he's loved.
He always promises to do it next time but I'll never let him.
Because every time I head off to work, I feel him watching me leave.
One of my favorite things is my commute to work.
It's my time to myself, and it lets me clear my head before the stress of the day.
It looks like you have FCED or Fuchs' corneal endothelial dystrophy.
([Doctor] It's a build up of the...) I'm going blind.
A rare disease I can barely pronounce is taking away my vision
and I will probably lose my whole career over it.
I won't be able to scare Louie anymore.
What am I supposed to tell him?
Yeah.
(No, that's ok. Let me do it. Let me do it.) I can't make his silly eggs with everything.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry about what I just said. [Cecilia] Can you just stop it? Let me just do it.
Did you just have a bad dream?
Can you just lay off? Alright?!
I'm sorry about what I did today. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry... sorry about that.
The people he works with are going to think I stopped caring about him.
I don't want to talk about it right now.
You're not talking to me. Please tell me what's going on.
And now when all I want to do is just breathe and walk to work alone.
I can't... because Louie won't let me.
How do you tell the person you love that you're going blind?
I can't help but think that I'm becoming his patient not his partner.
Maybe he'd be happier with someone else.
Someone who won't be a burden.
My wife is going blind... and she doesn't want my help.
I want to wake up every morning and tell her that I love her.
But she doesn't want to hear any of it.
I wish I could do all the cooking but she insists on doing it on her own.
She's even figured out the laundry.
She still insists on going to work and taking the bus alone.
My heart stops every time I think about her crossing the streets of downtown.
So even though she doesn't want me to
I follow her everyday without her knowing.
Because that's what true love is, right?
There's more than just a feeling.
Cecilia will never know how much I do for her, and I don't ever need her to know.