Today was a roller coaster. I've had the weekend alone with OH. No grandkids for distraction. Saturday I stayed in the front of the house. He stayed in our bedroom in the back. Few words were spoken. Later in the evening I went outside and gave updates to Son #3 about the family meeting and also a friend who I haven't spoken with since he became physically immobile. Otherwise, I guess I wouldn't have said more than a few 100 words all day. I fixed all his meals. I didn't eat the evening meal, too full from lunch. He said he would have a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Now I knew he could fix that so I suggested he do it. He said he just wouldn't eat then. Why not? It takes him too long. So I fixed it.
Today, not as pleasant. Woke me up twice in the night cursing with incontinence issues. Then when he got up a few hours after me, still cursing. Lots of cursing. His mood was not pleasant. And that's been the norm lately. I had spent the day before just resting. Felt like I deserved it after my week of stress. And I read...I'm totally consumed with catching up with
@Amethyst59 thread. Geez, our lives are mirrors with our step-children. (I'm on page 20 and it's Christmas.) Love all the help TP visitors are giving her. I wasn't even suffering as much as I am then.
So today I began to feel resentful. I am so hurt that SS think I talk down to their dad and always tell him no. That bothers someone like me who tries to be pleasant and agreeable. No one, I mean no one (and I have proof from all of you) could do any better. Witches. Yesterday I spent an hour getting a password for him and today, I had to do it again for another site. Finally got it. I was weak and angry and told him I felt he betrayed me and I wanted an apology for the week I had endured. What was I thinking? He doesn't care he hurt me. But then he had a semblance of trying to understand. We began to discuss the family meeting again. He needed to know again what went down. It was quite touching and I was fearful that I was hurting him. I told him That One was helping him in obtaining a divorce without any thought to its ramifications which were: then what!? I reminded him that he couldn't live alone and he started in on that argument again. Yes he can. He disagrees with that. (Side note: OH has always been sarcastic and acted like he had dementia BEFORE he really got it. That's why this is so difficult for me. He was a jokester when it came to being "out of it.") After I told him he couldn't live alone, I reminded him SS were putting him into a carer home. He appeared to understand and accept it and it was sad. For the first time ever he said the words, "I'm depressed." Asked when his next doctor appointment was and I said June 26. He would like one of my boys to go, not That One anymore. It was all so amazing. Later, it all came crashing down. He said he didn't remember SS saying he was going in a carer home. I even called the Other One but he hung up on her. I left to get my nails done. The Other One texted me about a project she wanted her dad to undertake to occupy his mind. I almost wrote back, "who is this?" She hasn't spoken to me in months! I don't think her dad can draw/draft anymore though. After the salon, I stopped at the grocery, and was going to pick up dinner on the way home. I knew he wanted a catfish poboy. OH texted me: Get me vsomejimnkrv. Chmfiadt. Brscebakendu. I called him immediately and got no answer. How frustrated would anybody be? He called me back and said he wanted chicken nuggets and not the poboy. Another heartbreak. He has realized he can't eat a poboy and the nuggets are easier. When I got home he said he had talked to the Other One and she reaffirmed the nursing home is his next stop. Thank goodness she remembered it correctly.