I took him to appointments, checkups, and searched for caregivers which were a task in itself. Good help was scarce and I wanted someone around who cared about their job. I actually stopped working because it was very time-consuming. Months went by and I had no type of life, dedicated all of my time to helping him to the restroom, blending his meals because he had trouble swallowing food, just to get some sort of normalcy back, only to find out (thanks to technology) that he was sending his ex money and saying how terrible I was and he couldn’t wait to get better so that he could be rid of me.
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