Living Wtih A Stranger

Catching glimpses now and then of the man I married, more often than not these days he's hidden behind a dark cloud of dementia. Negative attitudes, moody, yelling, verbally abusing, frustrated because he's losing the image of who he was and cannot deal with it's insistence. Unable to do what he used to, forgetting to accomplish tasks that were once very easy for him, silently crying at times in a deep depression. Sitting for hours staring at the television, lost in a vaporous void, losing touch with reality, losing his sense of direction. Going south, thinking he's heading east, but isn't, putting things in odd places, throwing away important items needed to be attended to. Living with a stranger I've known for thirty nine years, it doesn't get any easier, each moment is more difficult to cope than the one before it.