I am really very good at taking care of my AH, who spent time in the hospital for depression some months ago -- and I am really very good at taking care of my son, who takes medicine for bipolar disorder but still has trouble getting out of bed to face the day.
I don't know WHAT I need. Will I be better off if I force him to move out (it's my house)? Or will I worry all the more, simply because it's what I know how to do best?
I never thought my life would be like this. When my sons were toddlers, my first husband died. I wished for a chance at another life. This wasn't the one I wanted.
Too much wasted time.
Time is the one thing we can never have more of.