There's nothing about this which makes me proud, but I need to talk it over, if you can.
DH died 5 years ago. A long, slow, painful death to cancer. He was bed bound and completely dependent on me and teen DC for the last 6 months. The trauma of having to change my DH's nappy while he screamed in pain, and having to ask DC to help move their dad will never leave me.
Since he died life's plodded on, and recently I've very tentatively started dating. There's a man I'm seeing a lot of and have become very fond of. I don't know where (if anywhere) that's going, but for now it's fun and comfortable.
Except he now has symptoms very similar to DH's early ones and is going through all the same tests.
I hate myself for it, but it's making me want to walk away.