First of all, let me preface this rant by saying I dearly love the man. We celebrate our 37th anniversary in December. We've had our ups and downs as all married couples do, but we share so much--three children, six children and a lifetime of memories and experiences.

That being said, however, I need to vent. Does having a stroke give you license to be a jerk towards the person who loves you most, who is the sole financial support of the family (and has been for most of the last fourteen years, well before the stroke happened earlier this year)?

I've been on the verge of tears three times this morning, and it's just barely 9am!

He just informed me that because I'm in "such a mood" that I can just go grocery shopping by myself (one of the things he always did pre-stroke). Why is that sounding like heaven, instead of being the "punishment" he thinks it is?

I'm SO talking to the neurologist about this next month when we see him again.

Yes, I'm grateful he's alive, that he has so many things he can still do, although in a much limited capacity (i.e. cooking thought processes, follow through on things, etc). But it wears on me to be emotionally battered about by all of his personality quirks.

This, too, shall pass?

God, I oray so!