I'm 52, my husband is 73 and we've been married 20 yrs. A few years ago he took a stroke, and then several 'mini' strokes followed. By last summer his behavior was a bit off but we attributed it to the strokes. By October 2014 an assessment revealed he had moderate vascular dementia . .and that's when it felt like I was falling down a hole with no bottom. Since that time his dementia seemed to progress at times rapidly. We've dealt with his spontaneous crying for no reason, irratic behavior - undressing in front of company, urinating in our coffee cups or glasses!, wandering over to the neighbors and demanding she take him for appointments he doesn't have, in his pyjamas . . .then there's the incontinence, stripping his entire bed every morning because he pees through his diaper, and the pads underneath him, the bottom bed sheet, right down to the plastic. He is saturated in urine from his upper side to his thighs and he smells bad so every morning I wash him, change him, dress him, strip his bed . . and go to work where I worry about him all day long although our home care worker gets him out to a taxi and off to adult day care every day. I miss the man he used to be, our talks, his opinion of things, his help with decisions and repairing things around the house. I'm lucky if I hear him speak five sentences the entire day. He follows me around with knives ( which I had to take and hide). The other day he was looking for a lighter ( he said he was going to burn our house down) and when I bought a brand new washer two months ago, I came home the next day to find him trying to dismantle it because he thought it was the old one. To make matter worse, we have a 15 yr old son who is not coping well with this. He's stressed and at times depressed. We both are. My husband doesn't seem to be aware of his situation or ours . . he thinks he's fine and that may be a good thing, for him. I'm mentally exhausted, worrying about our future, his going into a home is going to break us at $1140 a month, I worry about him dying although there are days I think it would be the kindest thing that could happen to him because reading about end of life dementia is pretty scarey, I feel like he's already dead. There are days I feel like I'm already in mourning. I wake up and for a few brief seconds I pretend the world is fine, then realize I'm alone in bed - he's downstairs in his bed, with the plastic undercover wearing diapers and still saturated in urine. No chance of us ever sleeping together again, no communication, just work and worry and stress. I dread the thought that this could go on for another decade. He has kidney failure ( down to 12%) and dementia, one heart attack a couple of years ago and diabetes (controlled) and high blood pressure ( controlled) . . . how much can one person take? I'm so angry that all this happened to him - a man that never smoked or drank and loved God, life and nature. I try to find the good in everything, but I look at him and think this is too much for one person and then he sits here thinking things are great. Me, I feel lost and dazed and confused. I feel my life is over, I'm going to spend the rest of it watching the man I love become a man I don't know and die a slow death before our eyes. HOW does everyone else cope with this??