Rough Day

It’s one thing to get a call that your child had a rough day at school, it’s another to hear your husband is having more delusions and getting aggressive.

I already called the doctor this morning to report his uptick in crying, worry and sadness. I never know when he will start to cry and when everything I am doing stops so I can comfort him. This morning I was getting everything ready for the day. I walked into the living room with my cup of tea when he grabbed my hand, held it to his cheek, started to cry and tell me he was supposed to be better than this.

He has complained occasionally about a tooth that hurts so I called the dentist. We have an appointment tomorrow morning.

Then the call he is having more delusions and getting aggressive with other program participants. They used to be able to redirect him but not now.

I’m trying my best but its not easy. I know this road is only going to get worse. Somedays I wish for the end of the road and then I simply feel guilty.