I find it’s not so much like having a toddler in the house as being simultaneously PA and housekeeper to a very demanding employer. As well as cook and laundry maid.
Someone from our GP practice with a job title I didn’t catch came to the house and did the attendance allowance form for me.
I don’t feel lonely but miss having time to myself - my DH is a retired academic and we used to spend the afternoons in our respective studies. That’s long gone now that he can no longer type two sentences on his computer or read two paragraphs of a book. I weep for him more than for myself but I do feel resentment sometimes and wish he would consider going to a memory cafe or do jigsaws. We’ve never been great television watchers but we do that a bit more now. Life is a brute.
Oh and let no one tell us we are on a journey. Fearful expression when you don’t want to get to the destination. We’re on the edge of a cliff that’s slowly crumbling beneath us.
A quote for those blessed with a spouse:


