I don't know the last time I was on here; I've had to come and go a whole bunch since N's dx. I just need a good cry, but I can't even do that anymore without sounding like a selfish asshole.
The steady pace of hellish anticipation and monotonous professional 'opinions' has been soul destroying. No one has ever seen anyone like N before. Not even DK who says she had thought that she had 'seen it all'.
I just don't have anyone that understands. My parents and IL's don't know what to say. My neighbours and friends say patronising stuff all the time without meaning to. Everyone around me is getting divorced and having breakdowns or getting pregnant and remodelling their homes. I don't have a single friend who can 'be there' for me.
I've had to start a new business to help support the house. I had never planned on working. I honestly thought that I could get away with being a trophy wife. Not because of the usual reasons someone would want to be, just because I want to have one of those carefree spontaneous lives full of whatever I want---absolute freedom.
There is no such thing as freedom, huh?
Meanwhile, the money is disappearing. We've sold the car, sold almost everything. N doesn't like public transport and we haven't had family time in months. We're always chasing the might penny. Oh and it's always raining and cold here.
If I could ask God for only two things, I would ask for Disabilities to only happen to people who did things to deserve them (serious criminals) and for constant sunshine. London has no sun. What kind of place is this? Why did I ever leave America?!