You sit

You sit and watch television for fifteen hours a day, sometimes longer.

You sit whilst you are driving for ten hours to get to your fishing spots.

You sit for endless, countless hours, chatting and drinking with your buddies.

However, you will not take a small trip of eight hours with me, the trip that I offered to share with you and for which I would be paying all of the expenses, because sitting in a luxury coach, where the seats are exactly like the best of the best home recliner chairs, and where you can get up and walk around whenever you please, would be too uncomfortable for your hip.

You know, your hip that you say has to be replaced, but you never will do it because you get to play the hip card to prevent me from having my knee replaced and we just cannot do that because it costs too much and you need to have your hip fixed first and my doctors are just lying to me and trying to make money off of us anyway and it is fine for me to have to walk with two canes or not walk at all some days. 

That hip.

Shock
Uneasy amusement
Pain
Shame.  Shame for being so being so unlovable that you would not let me do even this small thing for you.
The tears come later, followed by wondering why I care so much.

You sit in judgment of me, but I guess that is another story.

Can you understand how brave I had to be to ask if you wanted to join me on that stupid trip?