I figured it out: I’m grieving for the Way Things Used To Be. I miss the Before Time, when he could walk normally. Im going through all those Stages of Grief.
Part of me wonders if he’s faking or exaggerating (denial).
If I get just the right adaptive equipment and take him to the right doctor, things won’t really be very different at all! (bargaining)
The anger. OMFG the anger. I have rage inside, the like of which I’ve never experienced in my life, and I HAVE SEEN SOME SHIT yo. (More)
@mistletoe19 I have daily fantasies about walking into an antique shop with a baseball bat. I never think about harming people or animals, but windows. Teacups. Glass shelves. Figurines. The high of imagining the sound they make when they shatter.
I’m always fighting the Gargoyle that is my depression. Some days I prevail more is all; every day is a fight.
The fact is we probably won’t be the same from here on out. Life is going to be different. Our younger days of lovemaking and dreams, gone.
That shit ain’t fair. I don’t like it. I don’t want it.
But I’m going to have to learn to accept it.
Mistletoe Ethaniel