I have just moved back into my house.
Four years ago I wanted to finish my bachelor's degree. I went to a local community college and was doing well. I took a chemistry class, and afterward accepted a work/study position as the chemistry professor's assistant. That is when his already somewhat inappropriate behavior escalated and led eventually to sexual assault, and the school's incredibly poor response.... The totality of which has left me with PTSD and an ongoing lawsuit.
So I enrolled in a different school in order to finish my degree. That school was a two hour drive away from our little country home. Because I was under so much stress and living far away, I did not notice when my husband's behavior first began to change, but it eventually became clear that he was being emotionally abusive to me. We seperated, and not very long after that he had his strokes.
I have always been dedicated to taking care of my husband, but because of the abuse and the PTSD I needed to take care of myself also. I began seeing someone who has become very important in my life. Without him I may very well have killed myself.
Fast forward a couple of years, and now my husband has just been diagnosed with vascular dementia.
And so here I am, juggling my husband's needs, bills, household management, pets, the family members who range from supportive to toxic, a lawsuit, my own PTSD, ADHD and other health issues, and of course my (now long distance) relationship with my partner. I might even try to squeeze in that one last class I still need to finish my bachelors degree.
Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?