Let me assure you I am not. There have been many words 'shared' ... One night we came thisclose to blows in anger, frustration and desperation over the situation. I curled up into a ball in the corner and cried and cried. Poor dad didn't know what to do with me. (Men don't know what to do with a crying woman at the best of times, let alone being impaired by a disease.) I made the decision then that I'd have to hire more care for dad so that I could get on with getting him ready to move. Looking back it seems clear, but at the time the feeling was destitute. I guess I have come a ways since then .. That should bolster me to move forward.
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