I feel so depressed tonight. After a couple of weeks of reasonable health, co-operation, even happiness, John has today reverted to his 'messy' habits. Why does he do it? He's always been so fastidious. Or am I trying to be too logical?
Anyway, after a day of cleaning up after him, the phone rang this evening, it was my sister in Australia to tell me my nephew had just passed away from cancer. We knew it was coming, but it's always a shock when it happens. I went through in floods of tears to tell John, to find he'd 'smeared' the loo again. I'm afraid I broke down and howled.
I'm back to the 'I can't cope' again. I want someone to hug me, I want to be in Australia giving my sister a hug, but most of all I want my John back.
Hopeless, I know, but I had to talk to someone.
Skye
Anyway, after a day of cleaning up after him, the phone rang this evening, it was my sister in Australia to tell me my nephew had just passed away from cancer. We knew it was coming, but it's always a shock when it happens. I went through in floods of tears to tell John, to find he'd 'smeared' the loo again. I'm afraid I broke down and howled.
I'm back to the 'I can't cope' again. I want someone to hug me, I want to be in Australia giving my sister a hug, but most of all I want my John back.
Hopeless, I know, but I had to talk to someone.
Skye