Long story short but my husband was admitted to a psychiatric ward today. It's very tough and upsetting for all involved. I've tried to keep a stiff upper lip at work but I crumbled today and made a right fool of myself blubbering. All the way home all I could think about was getting to my house, and cuddling up with the dog.
She's barely looked at me all evening. She's asleep on the couch and if I try to sidle up to her, she gives me a
look, turns over, farts, and falls asleep again.