That's it, I've just lost it big time. Now I feel so, I don't know, cross, angry at me, sad, unhappy all of the above. Some times I think I can cope with my husbands diagnosis but some times it's like a huge elephant in the room. His bedroom is like a tip and then when he falls over the stuff he's got on the floor announces there's not enough room and starts throwing stuff out or putting into the garage where he can no longer find it. I made a suggestion today about his room and the fury on his face, I walked out. Then I just got mad, went back in and told him his fortune. I'm not proud of myself. I know he probably can't "get" why i'm so mad but sometimes I just can't take the changes that are happening to him, to us, the adaptations to our house (he also has Multiple Sclerosis) the way his mind works . . . . I could go on. He has his meds, another bone of contention and our family are helpful to a point but they have their own working and family lives too. He goes to day care one day a week which in reality is just over 5 hours but I'm grateful for that. If i go out for a couple of hours he'll have hammered large nails into the bedroom wall to hang something then hours later take the nails out, fill in the holes and paint over the area this can be 2 and 3 times a week. He often falls so I can't go out for long without some one else being here. Sorry I've just come to the end of my tether today.