A close relative is dying of cancer. They are hours away from passing and I’m devastated. I’ve been back and forth to the hospital constantly for weeks. I not long got back in tonight, have only just eaten for the first time today. My relative may go tonight, I have no idea. It’s turning over and over in my mind and I’m exhausted, already grieving, feeling anxious.
My husband is usually brilliant. Takes me to the hospital, helps out around the house etc…especially now, but this week he has a bad cold and cough. And he’s talking about it endlessly. “Its the worst one he’s ever had; he’s no good to anyone like this; he’s pulled something in his back coughing; he has to lean forward now” etc
I can’t bare it. I want to scream at him, FFS, I Don’t give a shit! I can’t summon an ounce of sympathy.
Im not saying he’s stopped helping or anything, but he keeps bringing the conversation back around to his cold, and I want him to understand my sadness. He’s missing that altogether. He’s failing to see my hurting because he’s blinded by talking about himself. I am sick of it.
No, I haven’t told him yet. Neither am I really engaging with him. I’m too exhausted. I know I’m both being unreasonable and being reasonable. I just need to vent.