So in other words ......................... it's obvious that there are very few Joan of Arcs/Mother Theresas about, but a lot of very, very tired carers. Carers who are not only bone weary, but who are expected to have elastic, never-ending patience, which, let's face it, few, if any, have.
In his pre-AD days, John freely admitted that he had little patience, and I dread to think what care he could have given me, had our roles been reversed.
After John had gone to bed, I regularly soaked boxes of tissues, sobbing my heart out, feeling guilty if I'd allowed an exasperated sigh to escape, when John asked me for the zillionth time "is it Thursday today?", feeling sorry for myself, dreading the future etc etc.
When we all got married, we had our parents, relations and friends' marriages as examples, and as the babies came along, again we had great, or not so great, examples of parenting.
But where's the training for caring for someone who resembles the one you adored, but who has become someone completely different? The only place where I learned anything, was here on TP, posting when I needed advice, and giving it when someone mentioned a problem that I'd had with John.
You're doing great sweetie, and keep posting on here, because though a cyber hug may not give you the solace of a physical one, you know that on TP, it's really sincere.