Well as the many that have read my posts you know I am always the positive one, never giving up. My hubby was in hospital 2 1/12 years, home over a year now, wheelchair bound, on dialysis, but still even as caregiver I wouldn't quit. But at 47 have been told by my parents, who by the way never once came to visit, even tho their health and finaces are fine and they are not that far, they said I was a mistake to begin with, lol, my nickname growing up was mailmans kid cuz I don't look like any of them and they made it all come true and made me feel like crap...I want to let it go but when your own parents say this shit....I guess a hard month, B-day month, another year, I just wanted hubby to do somethig special, but he reminded me we no longer have any friends or family, so who could he invite to a b-day party, pitiful. Really this is my life, he laughed at me today when I said I wanted to kill myslef, really after all I have done for you and if I survive I have to take you to dialysis at 5 am, pain or not. If it were not for my fur kids I know I would have found the courage to end it tonight, but they need me....they are innocent. Have a huge dog show next weekend I was so looking forward too, it reminds me to keep living, But maybe not, maybe me and all the beloved furs just need to go to heaven. My fight is gone. I hope in the end hubby wins the pending litagation and can be cared for forever, I have given it my very best, where is his family, where is mine, where did the friends go? No answers, wishing yall the best, thanks for being here for me the last few years. Signing off, love to all,
Betsy