I just need to tell the truth (vent) for a minute, as there's no other place I feel I can say this: Because my husband lies to me about his diabetes management, I cannot trust him to care for my son, who also has T1 diabetes. (I just read somewhere on this forum where someone suggested in a similar thread that the person is lying to THEMSELVES, more than to the spouse. Thank you, to whoever wrote that! That helped a lot, as that is probably the case....) Anyway...before my son was Dx'd, I was, admittedly, rather oblivious and "hands-off" my husband's care. I was advised to stay out of it, and I did. But, now that I have been educated in the day-to-day management, both my son and I witness tremendous gaps in my husband's care. I try to keep my son focused on HIS own personal care, and tell him that Daddy is responsible for Daddy's personal care. I have still tried to stay out of it. But...how can someone who doesn't do a repeat BG test after a low be allowed to take a T1 child on a camping trip, for example? (This weekend's argument...the story is below....) Last night, when I got up to check my son's BG levels at 1:00 AM, I found my husband outside with a flashlight, rinsing out the vents on the air conditioner on our side yard. After taking it apart, he was complaining that he was having trouble getting the unit back together. I asked him if he was OK, or if he wanted or needed my help before I went back to bed. He said he was fine, and I started to go back to bed. But something did not seem right. I wondered if he was having trouble because he wasn't thinking clearly (beyond the idea of doing routine maintenance on an A/C at 1:00, when he had to be up for work at 5:00 AM). So, I went back outside, and asked him if he had recently checked his sugars. He said, yes, and that his numbers were fine. I did not believe him. His monitor was on the counter, and I looked at it. At midnight it was 52, and twenty minutes prior to my coming outside, it was 41. I felt awful for checking, for not trusting him...but, his life was on the line. (Was I wrong?) After the 41, there was no other BG check....and he was outside, alone, in the dark...saying he was "fine." I went back out, and insisted he come in to check his sugar. He said, "no,"... that he was almost done. I then said, "Either you come in, and we'll check this together, or I will call for some help, and we can have someone else tell you to check your sugar." (I hate to feel like The Bad Guy.) We both knew I meant what I said, so he came in, and he, begrudgingly, allowed me to help him with checks and food, until a repeat test showed his sugar at 110. He was furious with me, and we had an argument about the whole situation, which lasted several more hours. He said he just wanted to finish dealing with the air conditioner. I said, I just wanted to sleep, not wondering if I left my husband to die outside in the dark. I acknowledge my fear. Believe me, living with 2 T1s, I admit there is fear. But, I was not feeling angry about the fear of living with DM. I was feeling furious that I was being lied to...and that, as a result of this situation, I don't feel I can count on my husband to help in any way with our child. So, there. Thanks for letting me share. I needed to leave this somewhere...to be heard...to let it out. Thanks for being here for me, and I hope I can be here for you.