He promised to love me in sickness and in health.
When I felt dizzy he told me to go to bed. When I felt pain, he ignored it. When my legs gave out during a spell, he shouted furiously, "Sit down!" When the doctor told me it might be something worse, that I needed more tests, he didn't hold me. When depression overcame me, he told our thearpist that it was annoying to put away his guns. When I cried, holding the knife, he turned up the TV.
Illness is scary. Sickness and in health, he didn't keep his promise.