Cognitive troubles.

No fun at all.

They don’t tell you how they creep up and then BAM! They hit you with their best shot.

There are days when I wish I could leave, but who would take care of him then?

Would they know when his brain was not all there?

I am tired of telling him to speak up, he does a lot of mumbling and sometimes speaks barely above a whisper and yet I am supposed to hear him.

Right …hear him over the blasting TV that he has to blast to hear because the rude neighbors across the street play music so loud it shakes the house.

They don’t tell you how mean spirited a person can get.

It’s frustrating, heartbreaking, and way more stressful than anyone should have to put up with.

I am one lottery win away from running.

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