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Bill was an HOA president and our daughter is at present - a thankless job. Lots of power plays even among board members. Bill would get so angry. Later I began to think that was the start of his decline. He was constantly angry, especially at me. And his taste changed (I can't believe how much food I threw away as he claimed it was bad and then say I would eat anything! Furious with me when I admitted that I thought it tasted normal). When we moved to KY and a new doctor she put him on a stress reducing medication and that helped a ton. Probably saved our marriage. Last night he spilled something and it became my fault. I just agreed and then about 15 minutes later he calmed down and apologized. At the moment he gets upset if I'm not next to him (I'm trying to pack our home for a move). He wants all of my attention - sort of like a two year old. His health is such that he can't 'help' me or even go room to room with me while I work. I just make quick breaks to check on him, sit a moment, re-listen to his complains about his computer and TV ads - then go back to work for another 15 minutes. Makes for a much longer day lol.

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@billchitwood I had a flashback while reading your post! Made me remember how many times in a day I would hear my wife call "Scott...Scott...Scott...Scott...Scott... and on and on! She, too, was the most comfortable when I was within eyesight and just sitting with her. I came across the painting in this picture at our local coffeehouse, where they used to feature local artists' works. Purple is my favorite color and the eye made me think of how, as her caregiver, my wife always had her eye on me! I even had to always leave the bathroom door ajar. (TMI?)

I also had forgotten how many times my wife's tastebuds changed. Frequently when would make food related announcements, usually after I had cooked the meal, that she suddenly no longer would eat tomatoes, or cheese, or garlic, or... For over five years we ate exactly the same meals every day. One breakfast, one "Linner". Linner was always white rice, boiled chicken, and mixed vegetables. The good news was she did eat!

The days DO get long, don't they! I hope; the sun is shining on your neck of the woods today!

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