High point of the week:
I managed to attend a Carer’s Support Group. It was less formal than I
feared. It was a bit like a book club, but without the books, and more
emotional pain.
It didn’t feel too clichéd either. No Alcoholics Anonymous
self-introductions and confession. “Hi I’m ___ and I struggle with
trying not to murder the person I care for…” That’s a joke, people, a
JOKE. Besides, she’s too busy trying to kill herself, to give me the
pleasure. * snare drum *
Actually, I’m still at odds that I’m allowed to cash in emotionally on
just looking out for my partner. It feels a bit wrong for lots of
reasons, obvious to anyone who is used trying to put someone else first.
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