Since the Curmudgeon’s MS went into secondary progressive I feel as though my life has been put on hold.

I seldom do things just for me these days. Everything is done with serious consideration to how long it takes, how upset it will make him, and is it safe to be away for any longer than an hour or two.

This means I haven’t been to conference in a few years.

I am behind, so far behind, in cleaning because running the vacuum, the paper shredder, and doing anything out of his sight causes him to complain or interrupt me numerous times with idiot things he wants to tell me about a program or commercial on the damned TV.

I am frustrated, tired, and my allergies are going insane from all the freaking dust. The need for a good house cleaning has gone into the OMG I’ll never get caught up zone.

I haven’t slept in my bed for the last two years plus. Nope, I sleep on the couch so I’ll hear him when he falls again.

Yep, my life is on hold. Maybe one day I’ll live again.