Glass half empty

Oh yes mines the same, I am constantly trying to pull a positive out of all sorts of things to stop the gloom setting in! I've recently had to shout at him to 'Pull himself together and get on with it like everyone else' after 3 hours of doom and gloom, sulking and muttering, to be fair he has been a lot better since, the shock of being shouted at may have done it!...For now anyway, if he won the lottery the cheque would probably be the wrong colour!

I am reaching the conclusion that shutting off the news is the way forward. It's very trying to be holed up with one person 24/7.

DH also sees nothing but doom and disaster, everyone being forced to live alone in one room, economic collapse etc etc.

But he has always been like this.

I do try to see both sides. He must find living with a little Pollyanna like me equally trying.

Trying to boost other people's moral is very draining Gingster. If your husband has always been a glass half empty person I don't think you will change him especially now. Maybe just concentrate on your own mental wellbeing? I am still having to go out to work some days but when I come home I refuse to watch any news. I just watch uplifting films (such as Contagion ha ha ha.) Play music, chat to friends. I have also started writing a sort of memoirs - if that's the right word? Finding that therapeutic but only got to when I started school so far so have a looooong way to go!

I think I am also appreciating everything just that little bit more? Noticing the flowers more, the birds more, reading more books. Non of this much use to a person who doesn't have a glass half full sadly.

Take care and look after yourself.

You must feel really drained, both of you.

I must admit I am a glass half full person but today has been difficult, reality is setting in.
I need a hug from the DGC.

Tomorrow is another day, onwards we go

for both of you

I have just come back from a 10 day stay with a 90 year old who is exactly like that.

Not one single word was positive and she talked consistently from 5am right through to her bedtime at 7pm. As she's very deaf, she heard none of my contributions and if she saw I was speaking, she just shouted over me.

You can't change them but you can bolster your own mental health.

I didn't realise just how much she'd affected and exhausted me until I came home and could be my usual optimistic and happy self.