From one breath to the next - thorugh no fault of your own - your world can shatter into a million pieces. Never to regain a balance you can relate to.
Suddenly the statements: "I don't want to tell you how to live your life, but..."; "I could never walk a mile in your shoes, but you know what you should do...."; "Well, if it were me, I would....." are all you seem to hear.
So not only are you dealing with the massive change in your own life, all the emotions that go along with the change, learning a new normal, relearning everything you thought you already knew ... you must also make everyone around you feel comfortable with the changes, tell them that it will all be okay so that they can go on with their life.
And just when you think you are starting to get to the knot at the end of the rope, that you just might be able to hang on for a little bit longer before you completely loose it, the one you love beyond all reason, the one you are doing all this for looks you in the eye and says "Why do you do this. You still look at me as if I'm a cripple." How are you suppose to deal with that. Especially at 9:30 at night, right before bed and you have such a hard time sleeping to begin with.
After 6 years you would think you could get a handle on this and move on.
Maybe the rope should be around your waist so you don't have to hang on anymore. Or maybe around your neck so you don't have to worry about it any more.
