Charles ended up in ER again, didn't help much but now we are in "stage two" and I'm falling apart. Much better today but just railed at PSP and him and the situation. I am so sad inside and know that yelling and crying doesn't help.
Everything is overwhelming. I have good help (going broke), he is comfortable (for now), and we still enjoy our limited time together.
I may have to make major changes ie: moving, retiring, etc. and that weighs on my mind as well.
It is an ALL-ENCOMPASING disease. And the guilt I feel makes it worse. Resentment now and then he'll be gone and then what. He said he forgave me but hard to forgive myself.
Thanks for listening to an all-familiar tale.