Control…or lack of it. I grit my teeth every time my husband corrects me, tells (notes, signs) me what to do, or frankly just gives me that “you moron” look. My control freak husband has had to learn what being out of control feels like. It doesn’t suit anyone, honey. What he has learned from this awful disease, it that people love him; and he can ask for help. Savor those little moments that you have. They outweigh the “OMG what are you doing” moments every time.
And we’ve also both been sharing a brandy alexander at bedtime lately (peg tube, baby!). It’s got lots of calories, which he needs, and the little bit of stress relief that you both need.
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