A miserable Saturday night. I worked so hard all week and then chores all day. I wanted couple time or fun or sex or something to delight and distract. But he is in a chemo coma: asleep or in a fog. I feel trapped, lonely, frustrated and resentful. I am going through all this just to be left alone at the end? And the obituary will say, “Survived by his wife of thirty years”.
What the fuck?
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