Last week I cried with my therapist. I was feeling sad because I miss Steve. The Steve who was an active partner, decision maker, and confidente. It is hard. I probably say too much, correct too much and then control too much, yet I still can’t just treat him as if he can’t help it yet for the most part he can’t help it. I guess the emphasis should be on celebrating the good times and celebrating when I am doing good with all this.
I get your energy. We have a lot in us. But I remember what my friend whose husband had Parkinson’s told me. You have to slow down now; be patient and appreciate every moment.