My husband blames me for everything. When he was told he could not drive anymore he was livid. He said I was the reason. No, it was his Seizures. He told our Primary Dr. that he knows when he is going to have a seizure because he sweats right before one. He honestly told the Dr. that he could get off the road. Boy was I thankful that the Dr. said to him" by the time it happens you could kill someone possibly your wife". I wanted to hug him. I had been parking behind his truck and hid his keys. He really thought that the Neurologist would not send information to the DMV. He still to this day blames me for everything that he does or condition he has. Thank God we don't have his vehicle any longer. Many years prior he used the accelerator instead of the brake. Messed his truck up. I had bruises across my chest and my head went forward and I felt like he had hit a building. Last time I ever rode with him. He will never drive my vehicle. He claims he has great skills. It will be a cold day in you no where if he ever finds the spare keys. He won't. I think he really was more angry at me than anyone else. We have been married 52 plus years and dated 3.5 years before. He has a temper and it is all my fault he has Parkinsons. I just try not to engage him when he is unreachable. He did not marry a stupid women. I know he is sick..but this has been going on since 2013. I am tired and actually worn out. His sibling has Dementia and he is mean and hateful to strangers mainly. I did say to him that if liked I would be glad to take him to his brother and they could duke it out. I know to some of you this sounds uncaring. He is mean and says bizarre stuff all the time. I am called names, yelled at and told that I am glad he is having more symptoms as time goes on. He told me don't worry he will be in bed eventually and die. Yes he talks normally at times..but it is less frequently. I know I will get alot of comments on this. I have no reason to deny anyone's feeling's. I had to live through my Dad doing the same thing with his Parkinsons. My brother has Parkinsons and he never does these things. By the way my brother is in his sixties. He is kind and asked me what might be something that he can do as his disease process progresses. He is always kind and caring. So, I just cry and pray that my husband will be kind today and everyday. I don't want to offend anyone. I love this man but I hate this disease. It is like a nightmare versus a little bit of kindness some days.