Too empathetic
Sometimes I think I am too empathetic. My hubby got his cast off of his arm yesterday, and today he told me that I need to help him with his physical therapy. So I was helping him with his exercises, and it bothered me tremendously because I could see that he was fighting back tears and gasping with pain. I think that may be one of the hardest things to do in life; watching someone you care about being in pain and being helpless to stop the pain.