Bitch together is what I need too. I'm disgusted by those ads with smiling Alzheimer's sufferers and their even longer suffering caregivers, as if this were no more difficult than a trip to the dentist. Smiles all around. BTW I'm also annoyed by pharmaceutical ads that promise amazing results, then follow the pitch with an extensive list of terrible, possibly deadly, side effects. I've been wallowing in negativity today because I'm getting very tired of seeing my husband in the same clothes every single day. His jeans are tattered and ripped in several places, his shoes are coming apart, his hair gets longer and longer and so does his beard. In short, he looks like a homeless person. I don't like being around other people if he's there because he embarrasses me with his endless repetitions of the same stories about his education (Stanford), his career (university reference librarian), and his passion for Ultimate frisbee. Our upstairs has hundreds (not kidding) of frisbees spread out all over the floor. He's sweet, affectionate, kind, generous, and a truly good person, and he's driving me absolutely crazy. I feel trapped by his dependency and annoyed by his incapacity, which I know is ungenerous of me but inescapable. The only thing that helps is venting to others about it, but there are very few I want to inflict that on. I have a close friend who will listen to everything. She went through something similar with her late husband so she understands. The folks here understand. For most of the people we know, our situation is as remote as the war in Sudan is to Americans. It's hard not to feel bleak while acting as if everything were normal. It's very hard to want this to end and to know what that will mean. Whatever happens, there won't be a happy ending. And now I have an aortic aneurysm so I hope I outlast my husband. If I don't, I can't imagine what would become of him. I wish I could be more encouraging, I really do, but sometimes reality is too much to ignore.