She waltzes through the house in a dressing gown, staring at the tv and at you. Sometimes at her nails. Questions and statements are begging and whines. Doctor's coming over. He'll say "she has to take it easy" cos that's what he always says. She'll then relate this back to me, looking at me as if I'm the cause of everything because I'm not sympathetic enough to her needs. Because I make things difficult in wanting changes.
My nerves are frazzled. I can't sleep. Soon I'll burst. Say something like how I wished she started drinking again. At least then she'd realise she had a problem.

|