I talked rationally to him for a bit, but I'm really not sure how much he understands or how much he really comprehends right now.
I cried for a min in my bedroom. He is not the same, he is not "himself". The man I love comes and goes, and most of the time a very selfish and shell of a person is left for me to just literally take care of. I am and sad and miss my husband.
Some mornings are just shit.