I understand your anger. I feel it too, and I have a friend whose husband is very difficult and hard to manage. She, too, has lots of health issues and is over 80. I'll soon be 80 and have an ascending aortic aneurysm, so, yeah, lots of anxiety. I wouldn't get so angry if my husband were the least bit compliant but, no, there's nothing wrong with him. He blames the doctors for his diagnosis and doesn't understand that he won't always be able to do the things he does now. Yes, I get angry. I want to take care of him and make his life as comfortable and pleasant as possible but it's like trying to hang wallpaper with one hand tied behind my back. No one who hasn't been in this situation really understands the immensity of it. It's not just a visit for a couple of hours or a weekend but constant tribulation 24/7 and, yes, it's only going to get worse. I want to scream at the universe. I'm glad you have your faith. I don't. No one is listening and no one can help. We're on our own here. It's hard to have a partner who isn't a partner anymore and who wants everything to be the same as it always was. This too shall pass?