For six years I have been on this path. I went back the other night to unfold his timeline because I was in such a dark place. It was eye opening and totally explained why I am so depressed. We married in early 2017; in 2018 he had a heart attack; in 2019 we relocated, far away from my social circle. We moved for the weather. Both of us wanted a different climate.

Immediately after moving he was diagnosed with REM Sleep Behavior Disorder and MCI.

Six of my nine years with this man has been with him in decline. I am sad about it, but it explains why I am so sad about it.

I have accepted it, but it doesn’t change things. I am so sad to have been robbed again. My first husband of 30 plus years died of pancreatic cancer and now this.

I am trying to come up with things I can do to keep myself going; my keyboard, violin, sewing machine, working out… all positive things. I just feel like I am dealing with a teenager; a full grown person that can make decisions for himself, but needs to be watched. Pretty difficult job for someone at 70.

I needed to vent, thanks for letting me.