It's a warm evening, all our friends are at a BBQ, no we weren't invited. Hubby needs to be in bed by nine, else it all goes pear shaped the next day,so I am sat here on my lonesome getting pxxxxx on a bottle of wine. We used to have a great social life,now because hubby has a TBI we are both excluded. He goes off to bed quite happy but I sit and cry for the life we used to have.
I know I am so lucky still to have him, but it's so hard sometimes. Am i being completely selfish or do other carers feel the same.
We have some good friends, but they can't possibly understand how I feel. It's a huge change of life for me as well, just because I seem cheerful on the outside, try looking a bit deeper.
Sorry for the moaning, but gotta let off steam sometimes!