Ok. We’ve entered the clingy era. We’ve been there before but not quite like this. “I want you.” “Stay with me.”
No. It is not gratifying. I would welcome his independence. I most certainly crave mine.
I may have mentioned that I can no longer “reason” that I need my time to stay well for him.
He no longer respects this even as doctor’s orders.
My only alternative is to absorb the anger and try to mitigate the agitation. Actually, his aide is left to deal with that. I leave.
Always, of course, with a promise to return. And a big I love you.
this is our life 