Someone I loved very dearly is going through the process of memory tests etc. We have not been partners for many years but have stayed in touch and supported each other when required (advice etc). He has very lovely adult children who are supporting him through the journey - wherever that may lead. I'm not sure what I am. I'm not a partner. I'm not a wife. I'm not a carer. However, he now calls me most days for emotional support and while I want to support and help him, I'm also in a confused space. Naturally I want to do as much as possible to support but I also recognise that I may need some of my own boundaries to ensure my own life isn't swallowed up by caring responsibilities as I work full time and have some of my own health issues. He is the best person in the world and it hurts to consider what the diagnosis will be, but as a younger woman I cared for my then husband for several years. I know I just don't have it in me to that role again - of course I would if he were my partner/husband etc - but he isn't. And yet I care for him and can hardly bear this for him.