My husband is being labeled a “hero” for saving me from drowning and it sickens me

I’m in tears as I write this and I don’t even know why I’m here anymore except that I want to get this off my chest. <br><br>Last week, my husband and I were on a boat with some of his friends. We had anchored in a cove (so it was pretty stationary) and we all decided to jump in the water and swim around. I’m not sure what happened, but somehow the current carried me away from the boat and I was about 300 feet away from it. I screamed for my husband and prayed he’d hear me. I began to lose energy and stop, realizing there was no point in trying to swim back. Just before my vision started fading, I was hit by the hull of the boat and pulled back into it. I later learned my husband was the one who got in the boat and brought it to me.<br><br>That night, he received dozens of texts from his friends and family calling him a hero and saying they couldn’t believe how brave he was for saving me. He even got a call from my parents asking if he was ok and praising him for being so brave. <br><br>It’s been a few days since then, and I’ve heard nothing but how heroic he was for saving me. Even his friends have been bugging him to tell them the story. <br><br>I’m so sickened. I was the one who had to deal with the terror of drowning, I’m the one who had to lose consciousness and almost die, and then I find out that my husband didn’t “save” me, he just pulled me back into a boat.<br><br>Here’s the thing. NOBODY SWIMS IN A COVE. NEVER. The current in coves is too unpredictable and this was a well known spot. We knew this, and if my husband and his friends had listened to me, none of this would have happened. Yet, he’s the one being praised. I’m the one who almost died, and I’m the one who has to deal with PTSD and nightmares. I’m the one who had my dignity pulled away by the current and had to be rescued. How is his decision to “rescue” me any different from just doing an action out of reflex? This is what really bothers me. He wasn’t a “hero.” He didn’t save me out of love or bravery. He pushed the boat and grabbed me out of the water out of a reflex. He didn’t “rescue” me. He pulled me back into the boat and I got wet. He didn’t even pull my cold, half dead body back into the boat. He pulled me back in when I was floating, albeit passed out. <br><br>It’s not like he dove into the water and risked his life for me, or wrestled a bear, or stopped a car from crashing into me. One simple push of a button, and vroom, his boat came and rescued me. This was no heroism. This was nothing. <br><br>And yet, he gets called a hero. I get questioned about why I’m not grateful for his bravery. <br><br>What I’m trying to say is that my husband screwed up so badly, and he’s being rewarded for it. He messed up and did something stupid. He risked my life. And he’s being called a hero.