Well hubby goes for respite care on Monday for 2 weeks,can't even describe how I feel😩Sad,deflated,guilty,anxious,worried but the overall feeling is relieved.I've thought of nothing else since the phonecall on Friday saying they'd found him a place.I'm lucky if that's the right word,it's only a few miles away and as I don't drive it's a blessing.Today has been challenging,it's been the most tiring day yet,his pacing has been nonstop,in and out the house,the weather's been horrendous but still he's out and about,treading mud and leaves all over the house asking what time is it every 5 minutes,opening cupboards and drawers taking everything out for no reason he could understand,I could go on and on,the only reason I've kept calm is that this is nearly over.He's asleep now and I'm sat here crying for what I have to do on Monday,my son's booked the day off work to come with us.I really don't think he'll come home again,they'll see how bad things are with him.I've got to get into my mind that he needs more care than I can give.God this is hard,more so than anyone can imagine who's never gone through this😭My family love him to bits but they're glad I'll finally have my life back,I don't feel like that right now but I suppose that'll come in time,this has to be the cruellest of diseases,no quality of life for him,I'm hoping he doesn't linger in this state for years❤️