He was supposed to be home on Thursday. His mother's situation didn't allow him to leave. He will now be home on Tuesday. I have 3 more nights alone(with the kids) waiting for him.
I feel like I am moving through pudding. I don't feel motivated. I hate to feel dependent on him.
His mother seems to be hiding behind her spiritual pursuits. Since we spent years doing the same, we can't really complain. Will the doctors in the hospital see through her excuses and strong exterior so that she can get real help? Will we be dealing with the mental illness for years to come?
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