Hi. My husband lives in a care home - he has mixed dementia and has become too aggressive to live at home. He is fit and active and still very eloquent. He always believes that he is coming home for good every Wednesday at 3.15pm. At 3.00pm every Wednesday he puts his boots on and waits for me to turn up with boxes to pack everything into. He plans for the Wednesday 3.15 thing all through the week. It is terrible. Every week it doesn't happen he is totally distraught. He sends me texts (he's still brilliant with his iPhone) saying "I thought you loved me", "yet again you have broken my heart", "I don't know what I've done to deserve this" - just dozens of heartbreaking messages. Sometimes he sends me videos of himself sobbing. Yet again Wednesday is almost here and I am already feeling so upset. I've had advice to try distraction but it doesn't work at all. He knows what day it is and he's already texting me saying to can't wait to see me tomorrow, when I come to take him home for good. This is breaking my heart every week. Last week I just texted and said that I couldn't go because I was ill. He was distraught. Every Thursday he does a reset and starts planning for the next Wednesday. Sorry this is long but every week this is so traumatic, just thinking of him being so sad is killing me. Has anyone had anything similar? Any advice at all would be great.