Author Archives: Morning Knits
3 down…
Kaiha has decided she doesn’t want to see me again after she picks up her dog. I hate to say the feeling is mutual, but it is. She doesn’t understand how she uses people on a personal level. I’m tired … Continue reading
Making things work…
Unless I’m off somewhere and don’t know it, it looks like I have money to make it to the end of the month with! That will keep us in bread and milk. What a blessing. Meds figured in and all … Continue reading
This old world just keeps on turning….
We have a truce. He’ll stay until he’s well enough to leave, then he’s going off to deal with unfinished business. Who knew I’d have to let go of my dreams to save them? Maybe he’ll come back, hopefully he … Continue reading
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My husband: so close to being better but the mind has developed an irrational blip. Screaming out in anger, slamming the cane, working out how I am responsible for things gone wrong since my infancy in ways that can never … Continue reading
You can’t say I haven’t tried
8 months after the stroke and he’s leaving … The man stood in my living room screaming at me how he’s going to kill my daughter over a text message she sent. Yes, she was mad at me, and yes … Continue reading
shit on caregiving.
Another explosive day… Steve has this way of going over the same thing over and over – You should have just done this – (it used to be focused on my kids which would bring this same reaction from me)Well … Continue reading
June 27, 2016
I have really been watching over Steve’s water intake. Last night though, the heat got to him. He’d gone into the bathroom and gotten upset. When I got to him, he was crying and barely audible, babbling. he seriously lost … Continue reading
Stroking it forward
I know Steve’s crying is because of the stroke. This fit throwing was never how my husband was before the stroke. He was always kind to me and G and if he didn’t want to do something, he either didn’t … Continue reading
Help from God
I got up this morning thinking about how I worry that I’m not doing things right. It seems to weigh on me so often. I’ve always lived in fear that I’m not good enough. Good enough to be loved, to … Continue reading
Sandwich
Yesterday as hard as I tried, I felt smooshed. Stroke on top, Asperger’s on the bottom. When I push my son, he stems. People don’t understand how hard it is to watch over a person with Asperger’s. G did pull … Continue reading