He's been ill for a while (Alzheimers) and in hospital for the last few months refusing to eat. He's survived pneumonia twice already but according to Mum he refused a nebuliser and then just gave up breathing.
Not sure why I'm posting. Can't concentrate on anything much, head feels all spaced out and I'm crying on and off.
The reason I suppose I'm posting is because I hated him while he was alive, he was sexually and emotionally abusive, he made our childhoods hell and did his damndest to fuck up our adult lives as well with his control-freak insanity, yet I'm in bits. This both annoys and confuses me. Head's all over the place and I daresay I need to dump.
Oh well. DH has been lovely. I'm just...gah.
No need to reply. Just feel really.... :(