Just A Shell

Mind racing back and forth, wavering at times when being con- fronted by the abuse of dementia in someone that used to be loving and caring, but now is no more. Acting so creepy at times, sneaking up and watching, staring, nothing more, forgetting everything except pleasing himself and his lust. A very disturbing effect, turning me away from love and sex, no longer wanting to be a slave to his abuse anymore, finding nothing in him to love. Seeing just a shell full of abuse and hatred, finding self vacillating between wishing to die or that he would to release us from this hell he's built in our lives, wanting no more to live in the misery he creates.