3 goals, just 3 seemingly impossible goals

More visits from friends over the holidays. Our long-term friends give me the benefit of the doubt and want to have a conversation with me about where H is at. Those who see H regularly are very worried about him and see what I see. Those who don't are wondering WTF?

And so I am bringing some of them up to speed with my 3 goals and let's be realistic, he's dying…slowly. Yup, new meds…who knows how long. Been here before…death's doorstep and then a magic recovery. I will believe it when I see it.

My three goals are to do the best I can to ensure:

- His well being, so that he gets the medical and mental health care that he needs (as well as the practical things, like food and shelter)
-My well being, so that I can work and be emotionally more stable that I've been (maybe even find a way to enjoy life again)
-The well being of our relationship (I am rapidly giving up that there is any hope here at all and it breaks my heart)

I don't see how to solve the equation for all three goals here. Solving for one of these is hard enough. Right now, I can't seem to figure out how to address any of these.

In any case, it is just more of the same: more drama, more drama and I don't get a benefit from it. And it's all drama that gets in the way of me doing what I need to do so that my life works for me.

Issues about H consume my life (there is so much to do and so little payback), my emotional energy, and dare I say even my well being. My choices are to try to minimize what it costs me (in some way that I don't understand) while he is still here, get him placed (hope waning now), divorce him or him me, or just disappear, which seems remarkably appealing at this moment.

Regardless of how this plays out, I do know that I am done having this cost me so much, but I don't know what to do about that. I wish that I could just make it stop.

Hey, come take a look at this

A good friend of ours, M, came over for a visit and dinner tonight. She has known H and me since the early 80's. It was so wonderful to spend an evening with her.

H felt too ill to be up for very long and went to take a nap for a few hours.

M and I talked about where H is and what has been going on for the past few months. I assumed that H had told her what was going on, but she had no idea what was happening with the whole placement issue, his family's reaction, and my break from work. She did say that H had told her that he hadn't been feeling all that well recently (not news).

I really needed her support after being kicked (while down) by H's family, and, since I've known her for a long time, I trust her judgment. She and H had spent a fair amount of time together recently and she had stories about some odd behavior and some even odder delusions. She expressed a lot of concern about H's decline the past year or so. Yup, I see it too. I'm worried and sad too.

I was talking with her about H's family reactions to placement and all that, about how they think he is fine and able to live on his own. I was relieved to hear her say, "But he is dying, they just don't see it. It's just taking awhile and they don't see him reguarly and he tells them that he is OK, but we know he's not."

Yes. Thank you so much for your honesty and especially your courage, my friend.

I talked with her about my struggles to handle this with love for H and gather his family around him. But instead I get denial and guilt. So, I told her that instead of me worrying about his family anymore, I'm just going to focus on me and doing the right thing for H. They will either come around or not.

She had a great idea: since his family is unaware of how he really is doing all of the time, I should send out a weekly or so email that briefly outlines how he is doing. How much he's been sleeping, how he's functioning, and when necessary, lab results, any special events that happen.

I'm going to try this, but I have to hard sell this to myself as just trying to improve communication with his family…even tho' I'm still steamed at them. M's take is that after a few months of this email newsletter, their denial may begin to crack. Who knows.

I've written about forgiveness being essential…and here is a lesson for me too. I need to forgive them for their anger, guilt, and fear (I have these too) and help them see what is happening with H. And to get them to the table to talk about where H really is and how to be there for him as he makes this transition, whenever that happens.

Reframing this Christmas

My best wishes to all of you for a Happy Holiday Season and, for those of you who celebrate it, a Merry Christmas!

After having two months off of work now (!), I've realized that it is harder to not place H than to place him. Rather than a clean set of boundaries and rules…created by a clean break (sic)... it is all a swirling mush of gray.

He'll have to go somewhere at some point, but in the meantime I need to get my needs met elsewhere and somehow deal with my grief and other issues while he continues to believe that our relationship can get better.

Good idea or not, I wear my heart on my sleeve most of the time. I am just not a good actor. It is hard to know how to be genuine when doing that hurts the man you love.

Snap! Caught that guilt tripping?

The answer is to just love him and be genuine, kind, and speak your truth. Realize that he is a child in many ways, can't meet your needs anymore, and just can't understand what is happening. Try to hide what you need to do that will hurt him or that he has no need to know. Yet...holding back in this way does not feel right after 25 years with this man.

H has been back from a visit out of town for about 6 weeks now. He has since spent 4 of those weeks in bed, first with seizures and now significant fatigue as his viral load goes up as his current antiviral med effectiveness wanes (again).

While I don't mean to be cruel, what happens with him doesn't matter in many ways. I believe that he will get sicker and die sooner rather than later and my life will go on and I will be the one that has to make it all work for me. I just can't allow what is happening with him to bring me to my knees emotionally, physically, & psychologically again.

My focus has to be take care of me. Nice sentiment this time of year, no?

When one goes out, the others stay lit

Each year, I care less and less about days of note: Christmas, our anniversary, our birthdays, Valentine's Day. And while I understand that days like these are difficult for many, what is hardest is that I just don't feel like celebrating with H anymore. Why celebrate when you are so profoundly unhappy?

Yet, H wants to celebrate and uses guilt as a way to try to get me there too. Doesn't work. The MO is that if you don't agree with whatever they want, then the guilt comes out to push you there. "You don't want a tree? You've never liked Christmas, it's always a struggle to get you to do anything. "

Now that the seizures are under control and the Holidays are here…no, I really don't want to get a tree and I really don't care about Christmas. More of the same....

Bit by bit our relationship deteriorates and I'm more content than I like, just watching it float by. No kisses in the morning, no kisses going to bed. Another piece gone and then another. Over time, as our life together continues to shrink, only the love remains...for now. I am worried that we will end up hating one another if this goes on.

What the hell am I doing here?

H was crying in the kitchen this morning, "Why is my life this way? I hate my life."

Indeed.

Do you see what I see?

While H's family may not see what I see, in many ways, it doesn't really matter. They are just playing out a script that they have: it can't be H's health…our son/brother is not dying…it must be you, (a single man's name). They equate me trying to address "he needs more care (really), I need to focus on work, and our relationship is suffering" with divorce.

Ironic that they equate my efforts to help H and me as me wanting to divorce him. Such BS.

H was gone for a few weeks and had been home for about the same when the seizures started again.

Petit mal seizures this time; they got the grand mal seizures under control (finally) about a year or so ago, but he still has minor episodes. They start with just his hand, then his mouth…after a few days, he could not really use his hand, eat without drooling, or even walk down the hallway WITH HIS CANE without bouncing a few times off the walls. And each day he got more and more confused…seen this all before.

We've seen his neurologist, who says, "I don’t know what to do if upping his current meds don't work," in spite of him being one of the top guys in his field in this area. We'll talk with him again tomorrow.

Good news is that H's seizure episode seems to be winding down, but he sleeps even more now with double his regular neuro med dosages.

I find the irony delicious that after H's family told me "he's fine (sic)," H has had another unfortunate episode, which has rendered him unable to care for himself much the past few days (e.g., usually he can dress himself, but I've needed to help him this week). Likely, it will take another week or two for him to bounce back…even so, it seems that with each seizure episode, even "small" ones, he loses ground overall.

I must say that one of H's sisters has been very understanding and supportive. She is the only one of the nuclear family set that hasn't gone on the attack, questioning my judgment, experience, and motives.

The sad thing is that if H and his family don't support me in my efforts to address this situation (instead of denying it further), I may need to actually do a divorce just to get him the care he needs while also saving myself. So much for trying to improve our relationship for the time he has left.

Just one of those great self-fulfilling prophecies…then I really can be the bad guy for the conspiracy theorists.

And now, marriage counselling

While I'm pretty well-rested at this point, I'm awfully puzzled and annoyed.

Had a long conversation with H's mom yesterday about what is happening here. But, they haven't seen any evidence of his dementia worsening, she tells me, other than he's a bit slow. Now, she's been there all of one day and H has only been at his sister's for two weeks now. Apparently, he's cooking his own meals, but "he does sleep a lot."

I explained how when I've raised placement with H before that he gets all energetic, cleans and polishes, but that this isn't sustainable and that he will poop out and crash after awhile.

Suffice to say that there is a difference between what they've seen and what I've seen. And what is that difference attributable to?

Simple: H is afraid.

She did use the divorce word again and once again I asked her not to use it because it isn't helpful. And it isn't true, besides. How is it that I struggle do this anymore is divorce?

She suggested marriage counseling. We did that 5 years ago, I say. The net was that yup, it's a hard situation and that what love we have for one another is slowly being destroyed by circumstance. Advice at that time was to get out before you end up hating one another.

We'll see how it goes when H gets back this afternoon.

Sheesh….I am so tired of having a drama about my sick partner (again). I so enjoyed the brief respite that I had.

Guilt song trilogy

Low burn

H is coming home in a few days, after spending over two weeks at his sister's house out of state.

I've been sorta beginning to feel fondness for H the past few days…like "Yea, it would be nice to see him." Or even a fleeting, "I wish H were here to share this moment with me," or two.

The weight of my anger and resentment is much lower right now. And so I notice what love that I have for him more.

Before he left, I was so angry that I rarely felt love for him, just obligation and resentment. I am worried that the anger will come raging back when H returns. Without any change, it will.

I am not trying to steal from you

I was just talking with H a few minutes ago. He's asking me if he should find a place near his sister's out of state, "cuz I'm not ready for a hospice or for assisted living."

"Dr. says you are," I say.

"That's not what he told me. ..that was true a long awhile ago. But now you just want to get me out of the house, so that you can get it," he says.

I try to beg off of the topic until he gets home. I tell him that I still think that (place) is the right solution, or something like it because there are big issues here at home. That this isn't sustainable for me anymore. And that everyone seems to have their opinions.

"Then it is over," he says. "You said that this was for better or for worse. If I move down here, then it is divorce…. The amount of care you seem to think I need…well, that's ridiculous. You just want the house."

I object to the word ridiculous.

I beg off, tell him I love him, and say goodbye.

When he gets back, I will try to see what H and I can work out. Something has to change here…if he is doing so well, can he step up?

The bitter aftertaste of denial

I'm getting a sense that the family is minimizing H's disability and gathering the wagons…looking for a place for him to live away from our home and me. I can just hear them cackle about how good he is doing. In some ways, I can't blame them…he's not dying in front of them, after all.

And I know that H will do the best show that he can while he's on his visit. And I will be the bad guy in all of this, even though I've been a "saint" for so many, many years (his family's word). Now, they may think that I'm cheating him…he does. Sigh.

I've been planning on arranging having his family talk with his Dr. and also talk with my shrink. And to get a dementia baseline test done (essential). I guess that I feel a need to build the case…or, at least, smooth the waters?

Truth is, us continuing to live together is hard for me, but easier for everyone else. Living apart is easier for me, but harder for everyone else.

Why is everyone so certain that he doesn't need to go to a facility, that he can live on his own? I have seen little evidence that he can live on his own in the last 3+ years. Was he just being lazy? Why isn't he exhibiting those skills now?

Enjoy the silence

H has been gone for over a week now, although he calls me at least once a day. I've been off work for over a week too now. I love being a hermit.

It's very strange to have this house to myself…this house that I've shared with H for so many years. I like the silence and the lack of responsibility. I like being able to sleep so long in the king size bed without having to share the covers or wear ear plugs so I don't hear his C-pap machine.

I've been disoriented by the lack of structure recently. I don’t have to be anywhere, I don't have to talk to anyone. There is nothing that really has to be done. If I were somewhere else, I'd call this a vacation.

I've talked with H just a few times since he's been gone, even tho' he's called several times a day (I am so thankful to whoever invented Caller ID ). He hasn't asked me any questions about how I'm doing or how I'm feeling, just what I'm doing.

"Where were you yesterday?," he asked me. "I called many times." "I must have been in the garden, outside," I say, knowing that he didn't call me yesterday.

H tells me that he's bored, "They all have to work. I miss all the things that I get to do at home."

I don't care that he misses home, but I don't tell him so.

There is odd silence in my head as well. I don't hear so much of my anger, my resentment driven by the things that H has said when I've told him that I can't deal anymore:

At least I'm not in the hospital right now.
You've always been depressed and stressed and angry.
I'm not that sick…you're just trying to get rid of me.

I don't blame him for his anger, but I'm tired of having my experience so discounted. The sad truth is that this is not H, not the man that I have known for so long, but the dementia talking through his own fear and denial.

This time apart and this time off of work is to help me catch my breath for the next run up the hill. I hope that this will be the last run I make up this hill.

Strange disconnections

Today, I had to come into the office to do a few last things before I’m off for the next 3 months. It's very strange being here, knowing that I won't be coming in for awhile.

On one hand, I'm glad that I'm getting the break. On the other hand, I've been experiencing some profound sadness today. It's not just about work, I know that. But I've been denying for long enough that somehow I can still do the work and soldier on while also caring for H during his decline. And so, taking leave from work is another physical manifestation of how hard it is for me to be able to care for H over the years.

I talked with H on the phone and he's very unhappy being at his sister's: "It's a very full house, it's too hot/cold here, I don’t feel well, I miss you, I miss being a t home."

All I could do is tell him that it's only for a short while and that I miss him too. Well, what I miss is my memory of him. I don't miss the care that I have to provide, the responsibility that I've assumed, or his incessant questions first thing every morning.

Now, off to home for a nap and maybe Oprah.

Out the door

H left with his sister to go to the airport about a half an hour ago. H has a fair amount of anxiety about going, I can tell. A trip is stressful for him anyway, even without the drama going on. He almost forgot his carry on, which is nearly full with his medications for the next 2 - 3 weeks (really). He wants a label on it, "Carry On." He tries to use the little electronic label maker we have, but is too flustered to concentrate and type in the letters. I make the label and put it on the suitcase for him.

I have some anxiety about him, for some reason, not getting on the plane and me having to go fetch him from the airport. This happened about 10 years ago…he got confused, went to the wrong gate, took a nap and missed his flight. Even then, he was suffering from dementia, obviously. I so rarely get a break that it feels very surreal to have him gone and my irrational fear is that he doesn't go for some reason and I get no break.

To his credit, H packed all of his stuff and got himself ready for the trip. I helped a bit, on request, but he was very organized…if a bit anxious while packing. I think that he's worried about travelling, where I am emotionally right now (he also knows I'm on leave now), and what is going to happen…and who knows what else. I could see it in his face when I kissed him goodbye in the driveway. I smiled and told him I love him.

His sister was so very, very calm and pleasant this morning…good for both H and me. Now, she has kids and is used to having to get a family and their stuff from point a to point b, so one person should be easy. The difference between H and the kids is that she knows what each of the kids is capable of doing on their own. She doesn't know where H is...I don't think that she really believed that she should go to the gate with him, but I told her several times to make certain that he gets on the plane.

Today, I'm off work and am enjoying my second cup of coffee in a quiet house (except for the dishwasher humming in the kitchen). Not certain just what I'll do all day, but let's see what happens.

I do know that I won't be able to begin to relax until I get the call that he has arrived at his destination.

Shades of gray

It's pretty peaceful around here right now. Plans have been made for H to visit his sister in another state and his family had arranged what I would term "shuttle care," living in 4 different places over a 3 month period. A few weeks here, a few weeks there, etc.

They are panicking due to H's fears and especially their own. And, they are trying to help in the only way that they know how.

Now, I've done a fair amount of business travel and this schedule is tough even for a healthy guy like me. Coupled with they don't know that so much travel and change is very, very hard for H. I don't see how this would work for very long.

What's ironic here is that they are creating a sort of divorce, where they take H away for so much of the time. They don't seem to understand that I want H to go to (place) because then I can see him regularly, he gets the care he needs, and I can focus on work.

With H at (place), we can hopefully continue the best parts of our relationship without his health and care needs or my exhaustion getting in the way. I wish that they could see that I am acting out of love and with H at (place), we have the best chance of experiencing our love again

But what about them…

I was talking with H this morning over a late breakfast. He was telling me that he's been talking with his family about "arrangements." Something along the lines of 3 weeks at one sister's house, back home with some weekends with his local sister, then off to his parents for another 3 weeks or so.

I know that travelling is hard for him; being away from home is hard for him. But he isn't talking about that.

What he's telling me is that "mom and dad have their own issues…dad pretty much has to care for mom these days…and I would just be adding to that." "And (out of state sister), the last time I was there, the kids had issues because of (this or that) reason and I can't get my own bathroom there and you know how I plug the toilet sometimes." "And (local) sister, she has a full house and how can she have me there so much? She's got kids, pets, there's no privacy."

I don’t say anything other than, "Well, yes, they all have their own lives. Dad has made his own bed because he allows his sick wife to run his life. At least he's retired."

Not a surprise, but nothing about what I need in all this.

Can you tell I'm just a bit angry?

Paused, but not forgotten

Really, I am trying to keep posts shorter, but am failing right now.

I've been thinking and thinking and having a few brief conversations with H's family. There seems to be this misunderstanding that if I get a break in November and his local sister "takes" him 1 or 2 weekends a month that all will be happy for moi. Errrrrrr, no.

How could they really understand?

I understand that they WANT to see it this way as this makes it easier for them to deny what is happening to their brother. And to assuage their guilt.

But, I got the application in the mail today for (place) and I've called them to let them know that there will be a delay…a pause in the placement.

Maybe after H is with his sister out of state for a few weeks, they'll see how he's declined. Maybe they won't be able to see it. I don't know. My hope is that they do; if they don't, it's just denial IMHO.

I've decided that I also just need to get out of the middle. And at some level, I don't care if his family agrees with me or not; I'd like them to and to be supportive, but, it's not necessary. Just like, at some level, I can't expect H to agree with me.

While H is away, I'll get calls with his family and doctor set up. I'll also get his local sister to come to his doctor's office with me and talk with him. Heck, why not have them come to my psych appointments?

I'll just connect them directly to the experts and the family can argue with them and try their guilt tripping.

It is easier for his family to blame me than it is to look at how H has declined. I understand.

Then again, I keep coming home to a clean house, fed & exercised pets, and the evidence that he's eaten during food that he has prepared during the day. He is trying hard to show that he's not as impaired as I think he is…and as his doctor thinks he is.

On the latter front, I will schedule a dementia evaluation with a local expert whose number I just got today. Let's add more "proof" to the pudding, shall we?

This beautiful, sunny Fall morning H and I were in the hot tub. I told him that I was filing for Family Leave today and that it meant no pay for part of the time. He said, "Will you sell your car?" He is totally obsessed with me selling my car for some reason. Guess he thinks that all this is just a money problem.

It's easier to think that there's a money problem than to face what is really happening…that I'm burned out and can't cope anymore.

Oh, I submitted the formal paperwork for Leave this morning and spent the rest of the day feeling lighter and (formally) ignoring my job.

Now that I have your attention...

After a stormy late last week and weekend, it's calming down again.

So, now the family is rallied and taking H off my hands for awhile. I got scolded for acting without checking with them first, but, hey, they don't participate much anyway. The local sister is so guilt-ridden that she tells me that she's embarrassed to talk with me.

Yesterday, H went to his sister's in town for Sunday afternoon so I could "have a break." I slept the whole afternoon. I am so tired I can hardly focus at work today.

H is leaving for his other sister's place out of town in a week or so for 2 - 3 weeks.

I am still planning on filing for Family Medical Leave as I am so exhausted, I can hardly get out of bed. I feel that there is some risk to my career in doing this, but hey, I'm already in tepid-to-hot water, and FML is government-protected.

I DO know that if I stay and work, I won't be doing any better work than I have been doing and will likely do worse: my ability to concentrate is getting worse, my motivation about the work is non-existent, and my attitude continues to decline.

Hopefully, then, I'll be able to have some time off from work at the same time H is not at home. Not certain just what I'll be doing with all that time, but I likely will be sleeping a lot.

Clearly, his family is feeling some guilt and trying to hook me. I'm not letting them….

"You can't just send him away to die!" they said.

"He is dying anyway, you just don't see it. I see it every day."

"I just wish that he wasn't so terrified," his sister says.

"Me too. It's hard to see him so afraid."

They have heaped the guilt on "there's got to be an alternative to taking him away from his home and losing his independence," "when you marry someone, this is what it means (so it is divorce, then)," and "I would never do that to my husband."

To all that I said, "Stop talking divorce…not only is it not true, but it's not helpful. Look, I'm not the bad guy just because I can't cope anymore. Everyone is telling me what I should or should not be doing and feeling, but no one has been walking in my moccasins for 10 years."

While I want to be angry with them, I really don't have sufficient energy for that right now…conserve the energy for what matters.

All that I care about right now is 1) get H out of the house, even if just for a few weeks , to clear my head and rest (check) and 2) get a break from work (file tomorrow).

I haven't given up on placement for H, just a bit of a pause in the program.

Uh oh...

So, just got off the phone with H's sister and dad. Apparently, the whole family is in an uproar because I've "decided to send him off to die at a facility that is a 'cemetery'. People die there," they said. "Yes, they do die there. It's a hospice and nursing facility."

They are also upset because I have not taken some steps they wanted me to take some time ago to "reduce my burden." Translated: bring in some care from outside. I keep coming back to how this won't help me, but "if you had done that in the past, you might not be in this situation." "That may be true, but here is where I am," I say.

H is terrified they say. He "is still cogent enough to know that he's being sent off to die, that you're trying to get rid of him." And everyone is crying about this.

Yup, me too.

Sigh. I told them that I'm willing to consider other options, but I'm not certain what they are.

When I talked with them earlier, they weren't happy with my decision, but supported it. Now...guess it's sinking in a bit more and, of course, they don't want H to be terrified (neither do I), but he is very afraid and has talked with them all. I would be too.

And they chew on me for making a unilateral decision and presenting is as a fait accompi.

OK, so I walk through all this with them. How conflicted I am, how desparate I am, how this is bad for my health & his, how I just can't do this anymore, I'm at risk of getting fired, etc. Fine, you all recognize that I need help, so help me...I've been carrying this for 10 years.

"But you promised that he wouldn't go until he wasn't aware of where he is and that is what marriage is about."

"I'm sorry that I can't keep that promise. I shouldn't be making a promise to someone when they're crying, " I say.

Sadly, I agreed to put my arrangement on hold pending: looking at other places besides the "cemetery" (sic), letting H move into the other room (why this helps I don't know), and have a "family conference" about what we're going to do.

Funny, they never asked for a family conference before about him. Guilt raises its ugly head, no?

Coming home to a clean house

Must keep entries shorter….

Got home from work yesterday and found a very, very clean house. As in, I didn't know we still had a cleaning service. Not a service, of course, but H showing me how he can contribute.

I appreciate the help, as always, and tell him so. I also tell him that he doesn't have to do this for me to love him. I also tell him that this has happened before: I talk with him about going to (place) and for the next few days, he's all a whirlwind of activity. I predict that this his activity will wind down shortly, as it has in the past.

Very strange, day before yesterday, H didn't know what to do in the kitchen. Now the house is spotless (no telling how long it took for him to clean it up).

So, to briefly review the past week (whew!):

- Talked with his doctor and he agreed that H needs to go to (place) and will sign a leave authorization for me when the time comes.
- I talked with (place) and have the application in process (will mail today, hopefully)
- I talked with H about what is happening
- I talked with his mom and sisters about what is happening (no one is happy about this, of course, but they support my decision)
- I'm investigating alternatives to (place) as due diligence

And dreams: on a roller coaster and I hear a voice behind me, "This is where it's really scary." And then freefall, stomach in your mouth, and scary screaming and lots of joyous laughter.

My emotions are all over the map: Shell shocked, excited, guilty, sad, upset, elated, anxious, worried, upbeat, grief-striken at times, confident, tired, compassion. In some ways, I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas morning, except I've never felt guilty about being excited about Christmas.

Not backing off

I'm being as loving as I know how to be and absolutely holding my ground.

Overtime, H's acceptance is growing, but as you can imagine, he is very worried and sad about leaving his home of many, many years. He has a hard time adapting to a small change in schedule, let alone a move like this.

I am sad for both of us and afraid for him as well. But I do know it is what I must do, for both of us.

Yesterday, while we were talking about him leaving, he blurted out, "You can sell your car for someone to come in and take care of me."

"No, that isn't going to happen." I repeat, "It's not about the chores."
 
"What is it then?"
 
I go through the same messages again and I always end with:

"It's not that I want you out of my life," I say for the umpteenth time.

"You don't?" he asks with all the sincerity of someone who has never heard me say this before.

"No, I don't." I explain to him how I'll come visit, he can come home on some weekends, and that one big part of this is to help our relationship.

"Oh."

Rinse and repeat.

Yesterday, H was all chipper and eager to help me with dinner.

Later, he's helping me in the kitchen but doesn't know what to do. He needs me to tell him exactly what to do along the way: set the table (I have to tell him what to get), put water on the table, feed the cats, and cut the ears of corn up so that I can cook them. Oh, and make sure you get a small piece of corn on the cob for the dog (strange and messy, but true).

Later, there are three pieces of corn on the cob on the counter. "Ok, now you can cook corn for Frank (name changed to protect my canine) like you always do."

"What?" He's looking very confused right now. "But we don't cook the corn for Frank in there…." He's pointing to the pan of water.

"Right," I say. "One is for Frank and goes into the microwave; the others are for us and I'll cook those in the pan."

Only when I was that explicit did he knew what to do.

My poor sweetheart.

Freefall

The day after I talked with H's doctor I told H too.
 
I didn't want it to come out this way, but I blurted it out as he was ragging on me about stuff that doesn't matter anymore.
 
Anger, crying, bargaining, denial…he's been all over the map. I'm doing OK right now…a bit or more sad, but also emboldened. And afraid and excited.
 
He's screaming, "I'm not sick enough. I'm only 48…I can't go to a nursing home. You can't make me leave. We'll get someone to come in and help, so you don't have to make dinner…they can make dinner for you too. You promised me that you'd never make me leave my home. I've see the people at (place)…I'm not one of them!"
 
I don't say much…I just let him vent. I've already decided what has to happen. I need to get away and he needs to get care. Simply really.
 
This went on for the better part of a Saturday until around dinner time I said, "Honey, I don't want to talk about this anymore."
 
Sunday…

More crying. He's on the phone with his sister. I haven't told his family yet as I wanted to tell H first out of respect…but that backfired.

He keeps coming back to bringing someone into the house, but I’m not budging. Then he says he needs time to think, it's a surprise. Then, "I'll do anything to stay."
 
The clarity is amazing. I look at H directly in the eye with my hand over my heart and I tell him that I love him and that no matter what he says, I am convinced that the right thing is for us to not live together anymore. I've cared for him for 10 years and I can't do it anymore.
 
"You want a divorce," he says. I've heard this one before.
 
"That's how you frame it," I say as flatly as I can.
 
"You told me that you'd never make me leave my home."
 
"I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore."
 
"When I leave, you'll have younger boyfriends here and I don't want that," he says.
 
"You have no idea what will happen when you're not here. Maybe I'll have some peace & quiet for the first time in 10 years, " I say. "I just don't want the responsibility anymore. I've done this for 10 years and that's enough."

I continue, "We're just poisoning what's left of our love. You need more care. I need to focus on work. Finally, there is nothing that you can say that will convince me that anything other than us not living together is the right thing for both of us. I've struggled with this for 3 plus years and I've thought about this a lot. Now, we can negotiate the terms, but it is the right thing to happen. I am absolutely convinced."
 
We spend the evening with me holding him on the couch watching TV, both of us crying from time to time.

Stepping off the edge

I met with H's doctor a few hours ago to discuss how I can't care for H anymore. It felt surreal to go to H's doctor's office without H.

"I agree," Dr. said, "I was there a year ago. He's pretty demented and we need to make certain he doesn't hurt himself."

"Thank you," I said. "I just can't do it anymore. My health is suffering, my job performance is bad, I'm an emotional wreck most of the time."

He said, "I've seen this with my other patients, straight, gay, whatever, doesn't matter. Most spouses can only last a few years once someone starts slipping into dementia. You go from partner to sort of a guardian and it's exhausting and stressful to watch someone you love decline…not to mention that the sick person needs more care than the partner can provide."

"Yea, and what's bizarre is that H still thinks that I am his partner…."

"He has no idea anymore," Dr. said.

"When H and I have talked about him going to awhile ago, he said, 'You just want to divorce me.' No, I’m doing this because I love him," I say with tears in my eyes.

"Of course you do…I've known you guys for over 6 years now and I know that. What did you have in mind?"

I explained that I was looking to get H into a facility that specializes in HIV & dementia. But I was worried because H keeps telling me that he's not sick enough.

"He is though," Dr. said. "Usually, people who are so demented don't think anything is wrong with them."

I also asked Dr. about supporting me taking a leave from work (he has to sign paperwork). "Yes, of course."

So, I have talked with the place to get the application process restarted (from 2005). Once some firmer dates are in place (they think maybe he can be admitted in 2 - 3 weeks!), I'll file the formal request for family leave, call his family as well, and (the hard one) talk with H about what is going to happen.

I spent the rest of the day walking through my favorite park to enjoy the Fall sunshine and leaf colors.

Guess my best wasn't good enough

One of the not-surprising impacts that H's illness has had on me the past few years is that my ability to work is greatly reduced. Not from the time perspective, but of having focus, energy, motivation, productivity, initiative, & creativity...the merit badges in my company.

How could his illness not affect my emotional state? And how could my emotional state not affect my work (or my ability to just do work)?

It is so frustrating to me that I am so hindered by what is happening with H. I am performing so far below my abilities. The job that I’m in, which I should be able to just nail as it is one of the easier jobs that I've had in a long while, seems incredibly difficult for me.

It's not just depression. It's exhaustion too and a whole spinning, flaming ball of other strong emotions.

Regardless of the emotional state, my best at this point is not good enough for what the company expects from me (especially since I've done much harder things here prior). I just want to say, to scream from my desk, "I can do better…it's not because I'm lazy or clueless, it's because of this difficult personal issue that I have…which just drags on and on."

They have been more than accommodating and I'm running out of time here. The cool thing is that it will take awhile to fire me for performance (don't you love big companies?), so I have a bit of maneuvering room.

And so, I have two key goals for the remainder of this year (if I do nothing else):

- Not live with H anymore and get him into a facility where he can get the care he needs
- Get an extended (measured in months) break (take leave) from my job so I can rest and sort myself out

Given my mental and emotional state right now, doing well at work is not even on the long list of things I care about...but I DO care about it as a matter of pride, of identity, of reputation. I just don't have the energy to deliver and it's not the biggest fish I have to fry right now.

I will say, tho', that I will continue to blog as that is my 3rd goal for this year.